As A Writer, It's Disheartening To Write

As Long As Kline Doesn't Kiss You." The Warning Was Clear In His Voice. "same Goes." "if He Kisses Me, He's Getting Decked." I Laughed. "you Know What I Meant.

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.

What Are You Doing?" He Breathed. "you're Going Around, Stirring Up Everything." "i've Got Time On My Hands," I Shot Back, Just As Breathless, "since I Dumped My Asshat Boyfriend." He Growled, Fiercely Passionate, His Hand In My Hair Pulling So Tightly It Pained Me. "you Can't Make This Up With A Kiss Or A F*ck, Gideon. Not This Time." Gideon & Eva

"you’re Different,” He Said, Touching My Face. Of Course I Was. The Man I Loved Had Killed For Me. A Lot Of Things Became Inconsequential After A Sacrifice Like That.

Maybe There Were People Out There Whose Love Could Survive Anything, But Mine Was Fragile. It Needed To Be Nurtured In Order To Thrive And Grow.