A Beautiful Lie

If you were mine, I would never be able to walk away from you. If you were mine, I'd worship every inch of your body with my hands, lips, and tongue. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to stand in the same room as you without running my hands over your skin and tasting your lips. If you were mine…

I’m scared because I love you so much sometimes it’s hard to breathe.

He looks at you like you’re the key to his soul and like he wants to devour you.

I don’t give a fuck who can hear us, Garrett said angrily. This one’s for me.

I don't give a rat's ass what Garrett's favorite color is. And for the record, I have a vagina, so I'm well aware of the fact I can look hot without looking slutty.

He wanted to drown in her and shout at the top of his lungs that she was his. It was always her, only her.

But if you were given the chance to go back, to tell the truth instead of lie to save someone’s life and their feelings... would you?

You hate birthdays yet pee your pants over presents. There is clearly something wrong with you," Garrett joked.

You wouldn't know what the fuck to do in a dangerous situation if your life depended on it. And it would, little one.

I didn't want to miss out on a chance to congratulate you on your bouncing baby boy.” Garrett’s eyes trailed over to Milo who stood tall with an arrogant smile on his face next to his father. “I’m not sure on the protocol over here, though, is it customary to celebrate bastards?” Garrett’s comment hit the mark just like he knew it would. The smile was wiped from Milo’s face, and he stalked right up to Garrett and threw a punch at his jaw.

She swore she would never let someone take so much of her heart and soul that it would wither away to nothing once they were gone. She gave up on the dream of finding someone to consume her mind, body, and soul. It only ruined you in the end. It only left you broken and unable to live.