We all have scars. Just because mine are hidden doesn’t make them any less painful.
Oh, so your middle finger has a mind of its own then?” Alex asked with an amused look.
I glared at him and said, “Yeah, and she was just sticking up for me
He held his hand out, palm up, watching her with soft, penetrating eyes, deep, dark eyes that called to her the longer she stared at them. “How ’bout you give me the benefit of the doubt every once in a while, hmm? I’d like a chance to prove I’m not that stupid kid anymore.
She consumes me with her eyes, her fiery touch, and the ways in which she loves me.
I’ve never been jealous of another teammate. Sure, some guys are faster than I am, stronger than I am, but none of them have ever tried to steal the girl I love away from me.
His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.
Do you ever answer anything in a way that people expect you to?
Lots of men would love to–” Fuck you silly. The words just popped into his mind. Jesus. Where had that come from?
Ugh. You’re being . . . you.