Never ask about the past.
Don’t expect a future.
They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.
Hearts get infiltrated.
Promises get broken.
Rules get shattered.
Love gets ugly.
“Love ain’t always pretty, Tate. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it’ll eventually be something different. Something better. Then before you know it, you’re back to square one and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.”
“It’s not that I don’t like you, Tate… I just don’t want to like you. I don’t want to like anyone. I don’t want to date anyone. I don’t want to love anyone.”
“If I were capable of loving someone… it would be you.”
“If I were capable of loving someone… it would be you.”
“… he kills me. Or he kisses me. I can’t tell which, since I’m pretty sure they would feel the same. His lips against mine feel like everything. Like living and dying and being reborn, all at the same time.”
“It’s intense. It’s heartbreaking. It’s devastating. It’s ugly.”
"Tate," He says in a pained whisper. His face moves to my neck, and one of his hands grips my waist... His other hand moves to the back of my head as his lips rest against the skin of my neck. "What do I do?" He whispers. "What the fuck do I do?"
"Tate," He says in a pained whisper. His face moves to my neck, and one of his hands grips my waist... His other hand moves to the back of my head as his lips rest against the skin of my neck. "What do I do?" He whispers. "What the fuck do I do?"
Poate cei de la editura Epica ne fac o surpriza si traduc si aceasta carte! <3 Iubesc stilul de scriere al lui Colleen.
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