Fall From Grace

His lips touched mine again, breathing me in like I was his air, then he tore his mouth from mine; panting. "Please Grace, whatever it is you're going after, please try to find it here in me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.

I glared at Shane, who gave me an innocent look. With the most serious expression I could make, I joked, “Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them.” Shane looked at me evenly, matching my serious expression, “I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I’ve died every time you’ve smiled at me.

I want you to tell me why you have a pair of broken angel wings on your shoulder. I want you to tell me why you cut your wrists and I want to know why and how you play and sing the way you do, but most of all I want you to tell me what I need to do to be a good enough man for you.

I wake up with you as the last thought in my dreams. I dream about your lips, the smell of your skin and hair, and the freaking fire that burms inside of me to be inside you. I want to bury myself inside you and never climb out, my sweet death. Grace, I'm fucking in love with you." - Shane

…if you’re going to be a smart ass you should start with being smart, otherwise, you’re really just an ass.

Yeah, listen you should really stop now, because I’m betting on the smartest thing that ever could come out of your mouth is a penis.

Please, save your breath, because you might need it to blow up your date later.

I stand there And no one knew me I reach for her She looks right through me I can search this world over She can’t see me I drown in tears They look right through me

Giggling, I drifted into a rendition of You’re so Vain by Carly Simon to Lost Cause from Beck, stopping after (I Hate) Everything About You by Ugly Kid Joe. “Nice, Grace. What was that a montage of how I feel about Shane songs?

Hey, you coming to the bar tonight?” he called out after me. I stopped and turned around, “Maybe, I don’t know. I have to see how I feel after a shower.” A smile burst onto his face, making him more stunning than it was humanly possible. “Do you need help with that? I’d like to see how you feel after a shower too…

Because how you look doesn't change what's in your soul.

In another life, Shane, if I was anybody but me, I would have loved to be loved by you.

I was never one to care about how I looked on the outside. That wasn't the real me anyway. Not that I didn't appreciate the way I looked now, I just didn't feel it mattered, because how you look doesn't change what’s in your soul.

Shut up and go to sleep, Grace.

No, Grace. I don't have a heart. I did once, but I gave it to a girl and I let her keep it when she died.

Gray, I could cover your face in shit and make you wear tampons for earrings and you still would be the hottest girl in the bar. Besides me, of course." "So why am I getting all dressed up? Where's the shit and tampons?

Why settle for something like that, when you've tasted heaven and you'll always know what you're missing?

Grace, baby, please, please wake up. Grace, please don't leave me, please. I love you.

He looks like someone who has a land mine in his pants." "Huh?" She gave me a really confused look. "You know a land mine; small, hidden, and explodes on contact.

A smile like that can give a man hope

I'd never get to see heaven, but at least I got to feel it once in a kiss.

Life isn't made of miracles, roses and cotton fucking candy, Lea.

Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here

You know, that's the fairy-tale I'd write for you, Grace. You and Shane. One hot rock star badass and one beautiful rock star badass with a happily ever after.

I didn't flinch, I didn't move away, and I leaned into him. I wanted him to think that Grace would have loved him, because she would have.

Are you guys okay? That must have been terrifying." "What? Being in the fire or the thought of having to sleep over at Tucker's? Because both seem like a nightmare to me.

Please, Grace, whatever it is you're going after, please try to find it here with me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.

The punishment I was given was this existence.

This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever been told they can’t. Let’s jump off the cliff together.

This is your life, Lea. Mine was over centuries ago, but you have the future, things to hope for and look forward to. I'm just here for one thing. I don't want anything to happen to you or Conner, even Shane or Tucker, because you're all trying to save me.