Down London Road

Some people are born with family, and others have to make family.

You know, the world will always try to make you into who it wants you to be. People, time, events, they’ll all try to carve away at you and make you think you don’t know who you are. But it doesn’t matter who they try to make you, or what name they try to give you. If you stay true, you can chip off all their machinations and you’re still you underneath it all.

What I feel for you … It’s all-consuming,he breathed, leaning his forehead against mine again. ‘It’s almost debilitating. It’s too much. It’s … I can’t even describe it, but being with you is … there’s this intensity inside me all the time, this … constant pull, desperation … it’s like you’re branded on me or something. And it bloody well burns.

I think we need to come up with a child-friendly phrase for f-u-c-k off." "Duck off?" "Exactly. Braden, duck off, you sarcastic dastard.

Cam and I just broke up." Cam laughed, hugging me even tighter into his side. I huffed, trying to wriggle free. "What are you doing?" "Getting back together with you.

I've never met anyone as quietly brave and strong as you. I've never met a woman so unassuming, so kind, and so selfless. You are a complex lady." His mouth curled up at the corners. "And you are smart, and passionate, and funny, and exciting, and you blow me fucking away.

People can be … well, they can be wonderful. And sometimes, unfortunately, they can be monsters we hide from inside our homes. We worry that those monsters will find their way inside. We’re not supposed to fear that they already are inside. Your mom and dad are supposed to protect you from that. They’re not supposed to be the monster.

When his blue eyes met mine, I inhaled sharply at the raw need in them. "You're stunning," he whispered hoarsely. "No man can possibly deserve you.

I guess that’s the problem when you really get to know someone. You learn all their triggers and emotional buttons, and unfortunately, in times of war, you press them.

Fuck, man,” Nate breathed, his attention suddenly on the shoes and my legs. “Don’t let her sell those.” His heated eyes devoured me. “Those are shit hot.” “I will seriously hit you,” Cam warned him darkly. Nate shrugged, threw me a cheeky grin, and turned back to the television screen. “Not my fault your girlfriend is so bloody fuckable.” Cole slammed his shoulder into Nate before Cam could retaliate. “Dude, that’s my sister.

My body was panting, "He's hot. Can we have him?" while my mind was screaming, "Oh, dear God, what the hell are you thinking?

Now go. Hang out with your friends and be immature. Responsible," I added hurriedly, "but immature." He made a face. "Do those two go hand in hand?" "If your immaturity can lead to consequences, then it's irresponsible." Cole grunted. "You should write that shi- stuff down." "I heard the "shit" in there, baby boy, and I'm stealing the last PopTart as punishment." "Harsh, Jo." He shook his head, backing off with a smile. "Harsh.

Perfectly good sex?" Cam interrupted us, drawing both our gazes. His voice was low with some unnamed emotion. "Abstain?" His now heated eyes ran the length of me before returning to meet mine. "Then he isn’t doing it right.

Braden, Ellie, and Adam came in and took their usual table directly across from us so that Braden and Joss could screw each other with their eyes.

A heads up...so you're not too disappointed that Disney lied - no matter how much you wish it, I'll still be here when you open your eyes.

I love you... So much I want to kill you sometimes.

Has anyone ever told you, you are the most despicable, judgmental, self-righteous, obnoxious fuckwit that ever existed?

Violence should never be the answer. Aye, in a perfect world. But sometimes animals don't understand anything but their own language.

I’m going to fuck you so hard, sink so keep inside of you, you’ll never work me out from under your skin. Never.

You know, men don’t think like women.” “Well…” I pulled a face. “That’s because you have the emotional capacity of a shot cup.

Cam’s grin was wicked as his hand coasted up my waist to cup my breast. He squeezed it, setting off a weird mixture of painful tenderness and a bolt of lust to my sex. “My eyes!” Cole yelled. Cam and I jerked apart, and I twisted my head to see my brother standing in the doorway in his pyjamas, his hair falling in wet locks across his forehead. His forearm covered his eyes. “I’m fucking blind,” he growled and turned around, bumping into the wall before remembering to drop his arm. After that he stomped out of the flat, the door slamming in his wake. Horrified, I looked up into Cam’s face, my eyes wide. “I think I should let him get away with using the ‘f’ word on this occasion.” Cam snorted, laughter sputtering as he dropped his head to my chest, his whole body shaking with amusement. I felt an irrepressible giggle escape me despite my mortification for myself and Cole. “It’s not funny. We’ve scarred him. I better check on him.” Cam shook his head, his eyes bright with mirth. “You’re the last person he wants to see right now … I’m sure he’s barricaded himself in his room and is doing anything he can to burn the image of me dry-humping his sister out of his mind.

I need space to think.” He looked stunned, almost like I’d hit him. “Space?” I nodded, chewing my lip to hell. And then Cam’s eyes darkened, his whole expression growing taut with coming anger. I began to gnaw my lip as he took a menacing step towards me. “Space from me?” I nodded. “Fuck that shit,” he growled.

I know why you do what you do, and I get it. But from one ex-martyr to a current martyr...get over your bullshit and ask for help.

The fake giggle is not that bad." My friend grunted in disagreement. "It sounds like Miss Piggy has a machine gun stuck in her throat.

I was an awful, awful person. Yup. My world was full of colour. Red for want. Yellow for shame. Green for jealousy.

I’d never felt so intensely attracted to someone before. Usually, it took me a while to get to know a guy before I felt that kind of deep tingling in all of my good-for-nothing places.

I can’t go on like this. I’m not the guy who cheats on his girlfriend wishing all the time she was someone else.” Elation and fear washed over me in equal measure. “Cam, I…” “You want this. I know you do.

Cam was pure,lean,solid muscle.I followed the lines of his six-pack to the sexy cut of his hips,my cheeks blazing.

I was seriously considering giving both Ellie and Braden a lump of coal for their Christmas present this year as a thank-you for turning Joss into a normal person who annoyed her friends with her terrible matchmaking skills.