Quotes
Her eyes bore into mine, searching me. "What is that supposed to mean?”
“People hold back when they’re afraid of the consequences—afraid of a reaction, or rejection. I’m not. Rejection doesn’t scare me. Regret does. Why should I regret not saying how I feel, when there’s nothing to lose?”
“People hold back when they’re afraid of the consequences—afraid of a reaction, or rejection. I’m not. Rejection doesn’t scare me. Regret does. Why should I regret not saying how I feel, when there’s nothing to lose?”
“It does make a difference,” I say, feeling her gaze settle on me, anxiety prickling beneath my skin. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Her eyes widen slightly, surprised at my words, or maybe surprised at how bluntly I said them. She hesitates, then steps closer, stopping right between my knees. “Stop.”
“Okay.”
She studies me, as if waiting for me to laugh or pull away, but I just look back at her. My hand finds hers, our fingers interlacing. “Why?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.
I shrug, glancing down at our joined hands. “Maybe I’ve found something else I’d rather do…”
She hums, skeptical, leaning in until her forehead rests against mine, her eyes dropping to my lips. “Something better than beating people up?”
Her eyes widen slightly, surprised at my words, or maybe surprised at how bluntly I said them. She hesitates, then steps closer, stopping right between my knees. “Stop.”
“Okay.”
She studies me, as if waiting for me to laugh or pull away, but I just look back at her. My hand finds hers, our fingers interlacing. “Why?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.
I shrug, glancing down at our joined hands. “Maybe I’ve found something else I’d rather do…”
She hums, skeptical, leaning in until her forehead rests against mine, her eyes dropping to my lips. “Something better than beating people up?”
“How very kind of you,” I mumble, rolling Eve over until she’s on her back, looking up at me with a raised eyebrow. I trace my fingers up her arms and down her sides, unable to keep the affection out of my voice. “You make me want things I never knew I wanted before.”
“Like what?”
“You make me want to have you to myself,” I admit, my heart thudding faster.
“Like what?”
“You make me want to have you to myself,” I admit, my heart thudding faster.
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