Saving Grace

Grace: "I wanted to tell you how I felt. Why I was always so mean to you, Shane." - "Because you feel broken?" - "Completely shattered," I whispered softly. Bringing his hands to my face, he leaned over me, lightly stroking my cheeks with his fingertips. - "Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the rest of my fucking life I will put you back together... I'll make you whole again.

I’m sorry, what did you say? I’m not fluent in stupid drunk slut

You want to be my first, Shane?” “No baby, I’m going to be your last

Bitch," Bliss hissed crossing her arms in front of her chest. Lea laughed louder, "Oh, one syllable word war. You don't even need a brain to play that game! Okay, my turn! Cunt!

Remember tonight...for it is the beginning of always," he whispered... - Shane That damn man just ruined all other men for me. Once you tasted that man, he made all others go sour in your mouth. Ah crap, I was in love with him. - Grace

I didn't know I was lost Until you found me I never knew what love was Until you touched my hand I lost myself long ago In between your lips And now here you are You steal my breath away Until you I never really knew heaven Cause until you it was only ever hell I didn't know I was so far gone Until you brought me home I promise you, girl I know you're shattered I'll pick up your pieces And make you whole again Cause until you girl I've been shattered too Since my very first kiss It's only been you

Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head?

Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the rest of my fucking life, I will put you back together… I’ll make you whole again.

I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine.

I could have had an orgasm from the mind fuck he was giving me right there

Psf. I'm not an alcoholic. An alcoholic needs a drink. Look here," I explained raising my next shot to her. "I already have one. S therefore, I do not need one. Which makes me not an alcoholic.

I've waited for what feels like two thousand years to tell you how much I love you and to touch your lips again.

No matter what happens from here, know that I have always, I will always love you and I will always protect you.

Were you dropped on your head as a baby or did your mother just throw you against a wall ?

Shane smirked and straddled the bike showing his back to me, end of discussion. I was speechless anyway. I couldn't even think right. Well...mentally he was about eight inches deep in me and I was screaming his name raking my nails down his back.

Got plans for the rest of the day ?" "No plans," I whispered. Test drive your mattress? Let me pretend to be a Skittle and you can taste my rainbow? Fifty Shades me? Please ! Oh, holy horror, I'm freaking losing it.

He let his guitar swing behind him and cupped my face with his hand. "I love you, Grace Taylor." It barely came out above a whisper from his lips but it echoed throught the microphone. And then he kissed me. In front of everyone, he kissed me. A slow, deep kiss that sent heat from my lips to every other surface of my skin, and completely an utterly set me on fire.

Grace," he whispered as he slid his fingers over my swollen lips. "I want to be inside you so damn bad right now. But when I do that, I want to hear you scream my fucking name as you claw your nails down my back.

It is a pure soul who can hold true the in­no­cence and time­less­ness of pas­sion in an­oth­er soul. Each un­veil­ing the great­est pieces of the oth­er, locked to­geth­er at the heart for eter­ni­ty

I swung the door open and seductively leaned against it. The ultimate badass looked like he was having a heart attack.

Mine," Shane said. "Move away." HIS? Oh, I am so yours Shane Maxton.

The first kiss, the first time my lips were on yours...the hell...I wouldn't take one moment of it back...

With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own.

Just pull the fucking trigger on me now, please.

You have had my heart with you for thousands of years, and I have been so empty until now.

Well, don’t let your thighs rub too close together, because you look like you’re about to have a walking orgasm

Do you still love him?" "Always and forever, and then an eternity after.

Oh, and let’s not forget that there seems to be a gang of idiotic, fallen angels after me. Honestly, they could all kiss my ass.

You could probably open up a damn seafood house with all the crabs he probably has.

I wanted to wrap that moment up in tissue paper and save it forever someplace near my heart, just so I could take it out and look at it when the world was too harsh. The beautiful drunk boy in the pillow fort in my living room telling me I was exquisite.