I wanted a girl as perfect as Brooke, and instead, she gave me something I never knew I wanted: something perfect that looks like me.

We taste and suckle each other, and I’m so thirsty he could feed me his kiss all night and I’d still be dying in the desert.

It feels like he’s marking me. Like he’s preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

Remington Tate, I swear to you – I swear – that when I’m able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you’re always, always, going to be the one thing I’ll run straight to.

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I’ve already been caught and trapped and he’s merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don’t know if I’m bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I’m just bracing for the swim of my life.

I’ve fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

At least if I keep my love a secret, he and I can still have this wonderful, odd, exciting relationship where I love him in silence and pretend he’s loving me in silence too.

I just want to cuddle with my Lion and give him all the love nobody in the world has given him but me.

You’re everything I never knew I wanted.