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356 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 27, 2013
Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman.
"You know you can talk to me… I won't judge or try to fix you, but sometimes just getting it out, getting rid of the hate or shame or whatever is eating you makes it a tad bit more bearable."
"If you look past the gorgeously rough exterior… there's a scared little boy inside that's afraid of love… he's afraid to love someone because he knows that they'll leave..."
"Anticipation… Tonight, Rylee, I want you thinking about me all night long. More specifically everything I plan on doing to you later when I have you alone… Where my tongue is going to lick. Where my fingers are going to grip. Where my mouth is going to taste. Where my cock is going to stroke. How my body is going to worship every incredible inch of yours."
"I know we've made a mess of this, Ry, but we can figure this out… We can get us right."
"Any guy that makes you cry isn't worth it."
"Maybe if he makes me cry it's because he IS worth it."
"Time stands still and it feels like we're the only two people in the world. Just a damaged boy and a selfless girl."
I want her to own me.
Every fucking piece of me.
Game over baby.
She's my motherfucking checkered flag.
A hero that needs love
A hero that needs to feel valued.
A hero that needs to feel cherished.
A hero needs to know that he's not alone.
A hero that needs to feel safe.
A hero that needs more than predictability.
Pleasure to bury the pain.
“I’ve never let someone this far in because that means secrets are shared and pasts are discovered. And because it means you need. I’ve only ever needed myself – needing others only results in pain. In abandonment. In unspeakable horror. And yet, I need Rylee right now.”
“Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman.”
”We’re not broken baby...we’re just bent. And bent is okay. Bent means that we’re just figuring things out.”
”You. This, it scares the shit out of me. I don’t know how to…I don’t know what to do…”
”Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman.”
” I want her to own me.
Every fucking piece of me.
Game over baby.
She's my motherfucking checkered flag.”
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“I've never had to work so hard for something I never thought I wanted.”
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I want her to own me.
Every fucking piece of me.
Game over baby.
She's my motherfucking checkered flag.
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“I might not be able to tell you the things you need to hear with the traditional words you need to hear them in, but I swear to God, Rylee, I will try. And if I can't, then I'll show you. I'll show you with everything I have-anything it takes-where your place is in my life”
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“Fight, Colton! For you. For us. For me. You don't get to pull away from me. You don't get to walk away without a second thought. I matter, Colton. I deserve the same more than you do. What we have is not inconsequential.”
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“I race you, Ryles,” he says in a voice that’s implacable and unwavering amidst the swirling chaos.
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**Re-read from May 14 to 18, 2018**
if you look past the gorgeously rough exterior…there’s a scared little boy inside that’s afraid of love. That for some reason he associates love with horrific expectations one minute and then thinks he’s not worthy of it the next. I think he’s afraid to love someone because he knows that they’ll leave. He’ll most likely hurt you to prove that you will...
“Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman.”
“C’mon, spill the deets for dried up old me. How’s his Aussie kiss?…”
I blush a deep crimson, loving and hating her at the same time. “Aussie kiss? What in the hell are you talking about?”
She lets out a naughty laugh and has an impish gleam in her eyes. “How’s his mouth down under?”…
I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment, unable to look at her. “Well I’d say he speaks Australian like a damn native.”
Haddie makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. “Damn. That face is a definite work of art. You need to make sure you frame it between your legs every chance you get.”
His smile lights up. A solid figure standing still while everyone else moves in one big blur around him. His eyes hold mine, intense and clear. “I race you, Ryles,” he says in a voice that’s implacable and unwavering amidst the swirling chaos.
”I race you too, Colton.” I mouth to him. Despite the noise, I know he hears what I’ve said for a shy smile graces his lips, and he shakes his head like he’s trying to understand all of this too.
Love swells, overwhelms, and heals my heart that I once thought was irreparable. Fills me with happiness over the man that I can’t tear my eyes away from.
My storm before the calm.
My angel breaking through the darkness.
My ace.