Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve:Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qwayHer reply came back quick as lightning:Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself.“One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett growled as the Hummer roared away.

This is it, Beck. This is the hardest part of loving someone: not being with them when you want to be. It's so bad you can taste it.

Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.

Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett

Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again,

When she was this wild he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn.

In his head Beckett put the two of them in a big snow globe with glitter that he could shake when he wanted them to fucking sparkle together. Perfect in their condo with a dog and a kid and glitter.

If I told you once, I told you a million times: you’re a handsome motherfucker. I’m almost gay for you.

This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it?