“And then sometimes, rarely, in the middle of the night, he’d be sweet. Pulling me into his lap, kissing me, caressing me. Letting me fly but anchoring me with his eyes. Speaking words he’d never dare say in the light of day.”
“That was the funny thing about smiles--if you flashed the right one, no one knew there was more going on inside.”
“His weakness was me. He wanted me and he hated that maybe as much as I hated him.”
“I don’t know, Reeve. Because you do a lot of talking, and all I hear are mixed messages.”
“I’m unmixing them now. Listen. This is the one I want you to hear.”
“Why can’t we worry about each other?”
“The only thing shittier than the way men treated a pretty woman was the way women did.”
“It was a kiss that took—took my desire, took my passion, took my will.”
“Even in my thoughts, he watched me.”
“A flood of inadequacy poured over me, a feeling of I-don’t-belong, but if not here, then where? The room began to close in around me, blanketing me with acute heaviness.”
“I can’t figure you out, Emily.” His words were tight yet even. “I don’t know if I like you or if I just want to fuck you.”
“I understood exactly what it was to want to change. To try to change. To find it impossible.”
“I’m an awful host,” he said eventually. “I should tell you to make yourself at home, but all I care about is making myself at home inside you.”
“He had so much control over me, so much power to have me this close to destruction so quickly. I was exposed. Raw and vulnerable. Caught off guard by how easily he annihilated me each and every time. It scared me.”
“Now the door was open. Now one of us just had to walk through it.”
“I’m trying. I’m going to keep trying with you.”
“He’s a rich, powerful man. Rich, powerful men get away with things all the time. It’s the law of capitalism. It’s especially an issue when those rich, powerful men have ties to men who are richer and more powerful.”
“No,” I told him. “You tell me what I want. That’s what I want.”
“I was here because this was who I was—a strong, independent woman with distinct wants and needs that were only met when I submitted to a man.”
“A glance at his crotch gave me the slightest smidgeon of satisfaction. He was unmistakably hard. He might be punishing me, but he was punishing himself too.”
“He was always rough. Always raw. He fucked me however he wanted.”
“all I hear are mixed messages.” “I’m unmixing them now. Listen. This is the one I want you to hear.”
“There were at least a couple thousand people in front of me—all of them trying to show that they weren’t ugly too. A flood of inadequacy poured over me, a feeling of I-don’t-belong, but if not here, then where?”
“I want you to fuck me!” The words tumbled out. “Hard.”
“Besides, I don’t think that’s something you’d want to hear from your lover.” “Lover?”
“On the bed?” “No. Against the window. From behind. I want you to strip me and press me hard to the glass. So it will feel like anyone can see. And anyone who does will know that I’m special because I’m the one you’re fucking.”
“They were here for the attention and material gain. They were shells waiting to be filled with a man’s desires, blank screens projecting someone else’s wants.”
“And what exactly was it he was saying? That he wanted to take me into his bed? That he wanted to scare me and possibly hurt me and I was supposed to be okay with that?”
“Having them finally touched, finally fondled and caressed, was more erotic than I’d imagined. More pleasurable than I wanted it to be. I decided I would die if he ever stopped. God, how I needed him to stop.”
“What do you want? How do you want it? I never felt like I had a good answer. For the first time, I realized why. Because what I wanted was to not be asked the question.”
“They loved believing they’d affected a woman so much that she was reduced to communicating through gasps and groans.”
“I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other.
“Are you sober?” I asked from the doorway.
He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. “I am."
“Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you.” I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. “You cook."
Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. “Yes,” he said. “I cook.”
“Do you usually wear a wife beater and,” I pushed him back a little by his shoulder “an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it? ”
He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. “I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it.”
“Vsak medsebojni odnos je del stalne učne dinamike. Ko vplivate drug na drugega, je del te dinamike iluzija. Zaradi te iluzije lahko vsaka duša dojame,kaj mora razumeti, da se bo zdravila. Kot predstava v živo predstavlja položaje, ki so potrebni, da bodo postali celoviti tisti vidiki vaše duše, ki potrebujejo zdravljenje. Z iluzijo se učimo- Pripada osebnosti. Iluzijo boste zapustili, ko boste umrli, ko se boste vrnili domov. Vendar lahko osebnost, ki živi v ljubezni in Luči, ki gleda skozi oči svoje duše, če govorimo metaforično, gleda iluzijo, ne da bi jo hkrati potegnilo vanjo. To je osebnost, ki dopusti, da se avtentična moč izrazi. Iluzija je izjemno tesno povezana s potrebami vsake duše. Vsak položaj je vedno namenjen vsaki osebi, ki jo zadeva. Ne morete naleteti ne in tudi ne boste naleteli- niti za hip ne- na nobeno okoliščino, ki ne bi bila neposredno in takoj namenjena potrebi vaše duše, da se zdravi in dosega celovitost. Iluzijo za vsako dušo ustvarjajo njeni nameni. Zato v iluziji vedno mrgoli najustreznejših izkušenj, s katerimi lahko zdravite svojo dušo. Iluzija je prilagodljiva. To pomeni, da posamezne duše, ki so sodelovale pri nastanku iluzij , nimajo svoje neodvisnosti pri tem, kar je v iluziji ustvarjenega skupaj. Pomeni, da ni zaznave, ki se je ne da pozdraviti, kot tudi ni namena, ki se ga ne da spremeniti ali zamenjati z drugim. Bistvo duhovne psihologije je razumevanje, kako iluzija nastane, kako deluje, razumevanje dinamike, ki leži za njo in vloge, ki jo igra pri evoluciji duše.”
“Is that any way to talk to your betrothed?” His syrupy voice set her skin to itching. Eden gathered her shawl a bit more tightly about her. “I’m not your betrothed, Sheriff. I refused your proposal three weeks ago.” “And nearly busted my heart in the process, but I forgive you.”
“Some errors you can only see once you’ve committed them.”
“But, Dad! We can't leave. Uncle Jake is hurt!" Daphne said. "Besides, that's Pinocchio. I want to get an autograph.”
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