Promised

close your eyes and enjoy the silence

No matter what will happened ,you really are my sweet girl .Nothing will change that

You’re making me question everything I thought I knew.

This beautiful, pure girl has fallen in love with the big bad wolf.

I believe that you’re the master of your own destiny – your own decisions and actions are what influence your life course. But unfortunately, the decisions and actions of others impact this course, too, and sometimes you’re powerless to prevent it.

I want to surrender myself to you completely, Livy. I want to be yours. You are my perfect.

…but something is speaking and it’s neither Miller nor I. It’s desire.

Olivia Taylor, if I have you, then I’ll be smiling for the rest of my life.

I’m going to take you home and worship you.

A small part of my mind is willing me to walk away now before he has the opportunity to do just that to me, but I find it easy to ignore it.

Any man who’s done anything less than worship you should be fucking shot!

It will determine whether I fuck you hard immediately, or break you in first.

His whole being is a ridiculously strong magnet to my eyes, and I’m beginning to give up trying to resist him. It seems my eyes are craving him as much as my body.

His eyes are smiling, and then like a sun breaking through the gray clouds on an overcast, smoggy day in London, his mouth smiles, too—his perfectly straight, white teeth on full display, his eyes sparkling wildly. He accepts me. All of me.

But it’s happening and I think we’re both powerless to stop it.

He unearthed something in me, Nan. It’ll never go anywhere, but I’m glad I met him because he’s made me realize what life could be if I let it.

He keeps saying he doesn’t want to get personal, yet he has no problem asking me personal questions or invading my personal space,

but he was soon back, cuddling up behind me.

Miller’s bringing his buns!” I shout back. “But I was going to make my pineapple upside-down cake!” I laugh to myself, all the way to work.

Fucking hell, Livy. If you’re going to nab a decent bloke, then you need to be a little more enthusiastic.” She’s

See, that’s what I want more of. A little spunk!’ ‘Fuck off!’ I yell, shocking myself with my vulgar language. ‘Ooh, yes, carry on, you filthy-mouthed bitch!’ I gasp and swing around, finding him grinning from ear to ear. ‘Wanker.’ ‘Cow.’ ‘Tosser.’ He grins some more. ‘Dog.’ ‘Shirt-lifter,’ I retort. ‘Tart.’ I recoil, horrified. ‘I am not a tart!

See, that’s what I want more of. A little spunk!" "Fuck off!" I yell, shocking myself with my vulgar language. "Ooh, yes, carry on, you filthy-mouthed bitch!" I gasp and swing around, finding him grinning from ear to ear. "Wanker." "Cow." "Tosser." He grins some more. "Dog." "Shirt-lifter," I retort. "Tart." I recoil, horrified. "I am not a tart!

Every time I touch you,’ he whispers, ‘I feel I need to do it with the utmost care.’ ‘Why?’ I ask quietly, a little perplexed. He takes another long pull of air and turns his eyes to me, blinking slowly. ‘Because I’m frightened you might turn to dust.’ His admission chokes me. ‘I won’t turn to dust.’ ‘You might,’ he murmurs. ‘What would I do?’ His eyes scan my face, and I’m shocked to see nothing but complete seriousness, maybe even a little fear.