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"It's like being verbally abused by Tinkerbell."

"… every time he looks at me, and the corner of his mouth tugs up, I forget every thought.
I’ve been totally and utterly unhinged by a man. I’m disgusted with myself, for being distracted, for knowingly letting every sliver of feminism shrivel up and die over dimples and thick thighs."

"… it’s cemented for me that breaking up is not a reality I ever want to live. I know it’s rare to meet someone who makes you feel like your whole life is brighter. I know I’m lucky that I have someone by my side who would go to war for the people she loves, and it’s made me realize, right now, she’s going to war for herself.
And I need to be by her side, not attacking her from a different spot on the field."

"His dark brown eyes are filled with nothing but hate right now. No doubt the same as mine. I’m seething. If fire were coming out of my ears, I wouldn’t be surprised. Who does this guy think he is?" ...
"Fake it ’til I like Graham Fisher is going to be my new motto. I can make it work. Right?"

"My parents and their friends, Dad’s old teammates, are the biggest gossips in the world... 'Noah Jackson Fields. You shouldn’t be fighting with your teammates,' Mom chides. I wince at her admonishment. Doesn’t matter how old you are, there’s nothing like getting told off by your mother."

"Noah Fields is the sexiest person in the world, and it should scare me how quickly I’m becoming addicted to the man. I don’t want anyone else but him... Being with Noah, just the two of us, pushes every thought out of my head. This is all that matters. The two of us connecting. The rest will come however it comes. And I’ll worry about it when it does."

"'No regrets?'
'Not one.'
When it comes to this man? I don’t think I could regret anything."

"Once away from buildings and strip malls, she hammered down—fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty—and passed miles of sawgrass, wetlands, abandoned farmland, billboards for Jesus, billboards for gator meat, billboards for free vasectomies. She passed single-wides flying the stars and bars, an occasional junkyard-slash-gas station, possibly even some dead bodies." ...

"Anyone whose middle name is part of his identity is either a serial killer or planning to become one. For sure, that included most of the men in Florida... Maybe she was suffering from a form of Stockholm syndrome. If it wasn't the crawling bugs, fluttering bugs, swarming bugs, stink bugs, no-see-ums, and kamikazes, it was the in-your-face, ever-present assortment of hustlers, rednecks, pedophiles, and mass murderers—all of whom, she was certain, lived on her block—not to mention the strung-out dropouts high on meth or heroin. Not to mention the dealers. The pimps. The..."

"By now, several other regulars had filed in. In no time, they were acting in their customary Neanderthal manner... Maggie stood in the middle of the diner and spoke so everyone could hear her: 'The louder you hoot, the smaller your dick. It's a fact.' No one said a word. Maggie could always count on her potty mouth, perfected over years of living on Royal Palm Court, to garner respect."

"She made herself stop and forced herself to repeat what was on the mug she drank from everyday: Keep calm by focusing on compartmentalizing. Yup, compartmentalization has its advantages. Ask any serial killer."

"We’re the only ones left out on the rocks, but I wouldn’t care if we were in the middle of a crowd. I’m kissing the one I love without restraint as my soul opens, and nothing in the world exists but us. I cup her face as I stop my kiss. 'I need you to know I love you, no matter what form you’re in. I love you for you. You never need to worry about that.'”

"'You’re part of me. Not just because of how in love with you I am, but because you are literally part of me. I need you to breathe—to function.'"

"Forever is not infinite... Forever is practical... Forever has limitations, whereas infinite does not... Forever is foundational. You can build off it. Use it to power you. Infinite is limitless. Infinite love will have you burn the village down at the risk of your own safety."

"Life doesn't stop the moment the worst thing in your life happens. It keeps moving and you mold yourself into the person you need to be in order to survive."

"If all we did was kill each other, then the dead would win. We needed to work together, play to each other's strengths. A group with a survivor's mentality would be a force to be reckoned with."

"I had to find a way to show her I wasn’t just a monster—that there was more to me than the violence... I needed her to see the parts of me that were still good, still capable of something beyond destruction. I had to keep her in my life. So I went after her."

"I had no ideations about love. There was never any dream of falling for it one day. But this felt like something it could be. Someone who wasn’t going to tell our secrets, the moments between us all our own. Someone who would always have my back and always face the world with me. Someone who would let me sit here in silence, posted up on my lap to warn me if there was a problem. Someone who would give me five fucking minutes of peace. I didn’t know how long I sat there, the party carrying on around us, but I didn’t care..."

"'You look so fucking pretty, Rebel,' he murmured. 'You look so good, dripping in blood and diamonds. I told you, you’re a fucking queen.'
'You find this attractive?'
'Yes, unfortunately. I find my girl putting a bullet in someone’s head to protect me sexy as hell. Sorry, buying me flowers or something doesn’t get me off the same way.'"

"'Every fucking time you surprise me, Rebel. Every time I think I’ve seen all you have to give, you do something like that and show me over and over how strong you are. You show me how much of a rebel you want to be.'"

"I had no words. Signe Lange, the woman who starred in an embarrassing number of my late-night fantasies, wrote a romance novel about me. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting."

"'I’m just a girl,' I whined, 'I’m not meant for so much walking.'
'Next time we’ll bring a little red wagon to drag you around in. I’m sure Zeki wouldn’t mind if you borrowed his,' Zaid winked, and the action made my heart skip a beat. Perhaps it was also due to the grey sweatpants he was wearing, but I had a feeling I would react viscerally any time Zaid Ansara winked at me."

"I then glanced around my desk space, realizing that I couldn’t do the type of casual doorframe lean that I also read about online. I could use the back of my chair, but that had wheels, and knowing me I would likely slip and land on my ass. I decided I would simply stand tall with my arms crossed casually... Plus, this brought attention to my exposed forearms again. I glanced down and flexed them a little, hoping that they looked as good as women on the internet claimed about good forearms."

"'Five hundred and seventy-nine days since you tried to stop my beating heart. But having you here, it’s pounding just trying to get out; to bleed again for you.'”

"She deserves to know that she is the only person for me, the only one I truly desire. My past with Aria and Matt is special in its own way, but it’s nothing compared to the euphoria her existence brings to mine. She revived me. When my darkness wanted to swallow me whole, she showed me her delicate light, and I devoured it whole so she could shine brightly inside of me. I don’t believe in soulmates, never have, but I do believe that Lila is the vessel in which my soul lives."

"'Your only flaw is that you were born for greatness but are settling for less than you deserve.'"

"'The game has changed, my little wife; this isn't pretend anymore. I know you feel this between us. You're mine as much as I'm yours. I'm not going to stand by and be happy that you're on my brother's arm. Because in the end, you know it'll be you and me.'"

"We've all been meticulous about out public personas to ensure we'd be the picturesque wives to Senators and Governors. Educated, but not opinionated. Feminine, but not too delicate. Social, but always keeping secrets guarded."

"Her understanding of love is entirely different from mine. Her lens, through which she sees the world around her is warped, in my opinion. But to her, my lens is a direct reflection of the pain I’ve yet to surrender. 'Some would call me broken... but I’ve never known anything other than the comfort of my pieces.'”

“I don’t expect a simplistic love with Aero. It will never be normal, just as it shouldn’t. It’s complicated. It’s an abstract piece that’s painted with harsh strokes of pain, jarring splashes of deception, and obscene colors that scream in the face of injustice. I shouldn’t need to change him, and honestly, I don’t want to. But what I desire more than anything is an alignment of souls set in our own unbreakable bond.”