Willing Captive

Books... I can’t live without books. To me, a book is better than any movie. All I need is a good book, my imagination, and I am set free. I’m in literature heaven.

Can't help who you fall in love with, princess.

That one person everyone looks for. They search and search, and some die trying to find ‘em. And when you finally meet them, something inside of you says “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you. And I didn’t even know it.

You remember what you said this morning? About it being totally stupid to fall in love with me?" At that, my eyes open. He adds quietly, "Then you should start calling me a fuckin' moron.

You know how when a guy and girl really like each other in a book, they talk about a spark between them? With Nox there is no spark. No. He bypassed the spark. When Nox touches me, there’s nothing less than the whistling, shrieking explosions of fireworks. Big ones. The ones they save till the end of the show.

Most content People don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything they've got.

Standing face to face with a still pissed Nox, I find myself getting pissed, too. Nox just has that effect on me. I swear this guy must’ve been conceived through back door action. There’s no way being that much of an asshole is natural.

Don’t push me, little girl. You don’t wanna see my bad side.” I blink a second before my eyes widen and i lean back from him as I whisper hiss, “This is your good side?

Owe ye everything, son. Ye need or want anything, ye just ask." Nox earns a point in my dad's book when he utters, "I'm quite partial to your daughter, actually. I was kinda hoping I could keep her.

Well, that’s that. Goodbye cruel world. Be sure to fuck thyself on the way out, you mean-assed son of a whore.

Badass with a hint of lady.

I never realized how much I hate my life. Not until he showed me beautiful.

Do you love me?” Without hesitation, he answers, “More than anything in my life.

I don’t utter a word of complaint, because let’s face it, Nox doesn’t seem like a giver of fucks.

Words hold power. They can bring you from the lowest low to an ultimate high in a matter of moments, and just the opposite, too

I swear this guy must've been conceived through backdoor action. There's no way being that much of an asshole is natural.

His arms cinch around my waist and he buries his face into my neck. He says a muffled, “Don’t wanna let you go.” My heart swells, I whisper back, “Then don’t.

I know it’s highly unusual for people to get this excited over books. But if you’re a reader, you get me . I don’t need movies. I don’t need TV. But books I can’t live without books. To me, a book is better than any movie. All I need is a good book, my imagination, and I am set free. I’m in literature heaven. And thank God, this may be the only thing that keeps me sane while we’re here.

Wrapping her arm around my waist, she squeezes tightly and hisses out a breath. "Dammit, that hurts!" And I can't help but chuckle. I think she said the same thing the first time we made love.

When he said he'd met a girl... I knew he'd met her. That one person everyone looks for. They search and search, and some die trying to find'em. And when you finally meet them, something inside of you says 'Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you. And I didn't even know it.

I read somewhere that if you’re going through Hell, keep going. It’s the only way past it.

Death ends a life. Not a relationship.

He always has a joke to tell or is doing something so seriously ridiculous that you can’t help but laugh at him. Last night, he tried to dry his socks in the microwave. Yeah. Then Boo yelled at him. She told him the oven works better.

Now that I’m a little more awake, I realize someone is breathing into my neck and wriggling closer to me. Deeper into my butt. When I near Nox whine in his sleep, my eyes widen. I ask my brain, “Is that what I think it is?” My drooling brain replies, “It’s early, we have a hard-on pressed against our ass, and a delicious man in our bed. I’m out.” Then it disconnects.

We've been chatting about our men and wedding stuff. Terah says, "God, sometimes I look at Jon and think 'how the Hell did I manage to get you?' We're so lucky." Mom adds, "They are very handsome." Terah and I scoff. Shaking my head, I say, "Handsome is something. And Nox is handsome most times. But, by God, he is hot. Hotter than Hell, Mom. I never thought I could love someone so much. I can hardly keep my hands off him." Mom chastises on a gasp, "Lily! That's inappropriate! You're a lady and ladies do not speak that way." Terah chuckles, "Screw being a lady. I love my special cuddle time with Jon." Mom covers her ears, but barks out an embarrassed laugh, "I cannot hear this! You girls can clean the rest up while I powder my nose." Terah and I chuckle, watching her leave.

Doesn’t matter where you are, baby. I’ll come for you.” She lifts her watery eyes to mine and I state confidently, “I’ll come for you.

It takes everything I have not to karate chop him for asking such a dumb question.

It’s been a long fucking day and I need that mouth.