The Mourning After

Just because you keep coming back to the same person doesn't make it true love, it might mean you haven't found one yet.

I tried to get over you. I wanted so fucking bad to forget you. But every time I was with someone, it was you. Your hair, your eyes, your touch. You're all I fucking saw. You have a choice Georgia but I don't. I don't have a fucking choice, I never did. It's always been you. You destroyed me. I'm not the person I was before I met you and I can't go back. Nothing works anymore without you." ~Tristan

I don't want to regret anything with you.

You say stop, but your body says go," he whispered in my ear seductively. "I can tell that you want this, Georgia.

Tell me Georgia, does he make you come so hard you forget your own name?

I wanted to break myself in two. I wanted to give my heart to both of the men in my life. I wanted to give Kyle the part of myself that needed the safety and comfort of his arms, and I wanted to give Tristan the piece that craved the sense of lightness and happiness he made me feel.

I fucking loved him and I hated it. I hated him for making me love him. I hated Kyle for leaving me alone so many nights for so many years. And mostly I just hated myself for doing this to all of us.

A shift was taking place in my life - the beach house, Kyle, Tristan; the tides were changing.

If you're not ready I won't force you. But I'm going to spend the entire summer helping you come to the realization that you want me too.

But I want Kyle and I to work. We've always worked." "But what if you work better with someone else?

Let Go. Let Me Have It. Let Me Have You.

Fire shot through my body at his touch. The scent of his skin caused my brain to short circuit. I knew I was only feeling that way because I'd been missing Kyle. This was the longest we'd been apart. Nearly a week and we'd been so busy we hadn't had a chance to really talk. That's what this was-I missed Kyle. I needed to remind myself not to mistake the pull I felt toward Tristan as anything other than my yearning for Kyle.

You made a mistake, that doesn't mean you don't deserve love. It means you're human(...)

„Silas, it's not even five.” I moaned. „Rule numero uno this summer, it's five o'clock somewhere.

„Healing isn't a betrayal of the memory.

„But don't you think it's unfair to be with someone just because the past you share with them?