“Tomorrow was my second chance to make things right but it never came. I’m sorry I never treasured the time we had for those regrets I take the blame. You gave everything you had. I took without giving back.” Sed paused in his song, feeling ridiculous for singing it to her while they made love.
“Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?”
“I love those dimples."
He hated the damn things, but if they made her happy, he'd be sure to smile like a dipshit more often.”
“Used"
You don't see me
Blind to the real me
I'm not who you think I should be
But I can't be someone I'm not
I'll try to be who you need,
what you need,
I fail again
tear me, cut me make me bleed
If it opens your heart to me
Just don't leave me with nothing
less than nothing
Like the last time
use me
It's better than existing without you
~Sed's lyrics”
“Can I book an appointment for make-up sex in two hours?
~Sed”
“Did you piss your pants, Eric?”
“Sed did it.”
“Sed pissed your pants?” Trey shook his head slightly. “Man, that takes pissed off to a whole new level.”
“I think that’s pissed on, not off,” Brian said.”
“Without you, I'm nothing. Don't you understand that?”
“He sighed and wiped a hand over his face. If there were a Jessica Chace instruction manual, it would be written backwards in Arabic Pig Latin and twelve thousand pages long with random pages missing.”
“Sed Kissed her on the forehead. "You know what I hate about you?"
She scowled, some strange emotion stealing her breath. "What?"
"You know me too well."
"You know what I hate about you?"
"What?"
"Everything."
"Oh yeah?"
She nodded.
He chuckled. "Baby, if that's how you show your hatred, I can't wait to see how you show you care.”
“I'm in your business, Trey. I'm so far in your business, your grandchildren will call me partner.”
“You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured.
"You rock at fuckin', baby.”
“This is mine," he growled into her ear.
"Say it."
"Say it Jessica. Say it.”
“I wish I was a spoon, " he murmured.
~Sed”
“He's really sweet, actually."
"I don't think we're talking about the same Sed. Sedric Lionheart. Tall guy. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Short black hair. Body befitting a Greek god. Sings. La la la la.”
“Sed’s heart sank to his toes. Too late for that. He was already on the boat. Was Jessica planning to kill him and then dump his body overboard before sailing off into the sunset with his drummer and bassist?”
“Just looking at her hurt. When he couldn't see her, it hurt. When he thought about her, it hurt. When he tried not to think about her, it hurt. But which hurt more, being with her or without her?”
“F. An F? She gulped air. An F! Failure. Failurino. Failurocity. Failtacular. Failpendous. Epic...fail.”
“Dad always insisted a man's job was to protect the women he love-whether mother, siser, wife, or teasured lover.”
“If I didn't already love you, Jessica Chase, I'd fall in love with you all over again, every minute of every day.”
“its pretty warm out here for a coat.' Jessica said, an eyebrow lifted at him.
'i'm willing to suffer for style.”
“The best day of my life used to be the day I asked you to marry me onstage in Pittsburgh, but as memorable as that was, today has been even better.”
“You want to go somewhere?' he asked.
'Like now? its late.'
'isn't las vegas the city that never sleeps?'
'i think that's new york.'
'right. this is sin city.”
“Cariño, si es así como muestras tu odio, no puedo esperar
para ver cómo muestras tu afecto.”
“Just because you’re mad at someone doesn’t mean you stop loving them.”
“¿Eso es una anaconda en tu bolsillo o solamente estás feliz de verme?”
“Me parece que estas bailando arriba y debajo de mi barra.”
“la oreja. —Eh, cariño, ¿a que no lo adivinas? —¿El qué? —preguntó él distraídamente. Ella atisbó alrededor del hombro de Sed para descubrir que tenía el ceño fruncido mientras contemplaba un montón de facturas. —¡He entrado! La confusión hizo que el fruncimiento de ceño de Sed se volviera un poco más sombrío. —¿Que has entrado? ¿Dónde? Ella”
“hubiera podido ser más perfecta. Se acercó sigilosamente a Sed, le echó los brazos al cuello, y le besó la oreja. —Eh, cariño, ¿a que no lo adivinas? —¿El qué? —preguntó él distraídamente. Ella atisbó alrededor del hombro de Sed para descubrir que tenía el ceño fruncido mientras contemplaba un montón de facturas. —¡He entrado! La confusión hizo que el fruncimiento de ceño de Sed se volviera un poco”
“I need to devour you."
Those words manage to knock the air right back out of my lungs, and my head spinsas one of his hands skims around my body. He splays it across the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, and leaning over until his lips are a centimeter from my collarbone.
"Sienna?" he growls, and I murmur to acknowledge him.
"I'm going to taste you."
He wasn't asking me, he was flat out telling me what was going to happen between us, and yet I felt myself nod, felt my body mold against his the moment his warm lips sought out the center of my throat.
"You smell like apples." he wispers harshly before his tongue darts out to trace the column of my thorat. I moan, letting my head fall all the way back.
"And you taste like the best kind of sin.”
“I will never be through with you, ever. I don’t know what I have to do to get you to realize that you’re my
everything. I exist to love you, you’re my meaning of life, my reason to be, you were made for me and I was made to make you mine. What we have
is too important to me to just throw away because of a picture and an incorrect quote. But you have got to have some faith in me Layla. I would
never hurt you, you have to know that. I may get angry, lose my temper and storm away but I will always calm down and I will always come back. I
could never leave you behind. I’d be lost without you.”
“That is the difference between a botanist and a poet: a botanist knows about the flower, the poet knows the flower.”
“Morally, however, we had had absolutely no choice but to abort our summit try to help Thor and Chantal get down the mountain. That’s why I find it so hard to stomach all the accounts in recent years—especially on Everest—of climbers ignoring others in trouble for fear a rescue effort would sabotage their own summit bids.”
“She was going to have to add a line item in her budget for knitting supplies,”
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