That’s because I prefer it that way,” he responded. “Strong and rough, enough to leave a lingering ache. I like it to hurt just a bit.” Oh.

The notebook feels heavier than one ever should, but I know it’s not the paper weighing it down, but the memory of all those words. The notebook holds a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul, the piece I gave to him long ago.

Lucifer wasn’t sure what to say. He’d survived six thousand years in Hell, but the past sixty without her were the most torturous of his existence.

They say when seeking revenge, dig two graves, one for you and one for them.

You had me,” she whispered, cheeks flushing at the reminder. “I did,” he agreed. “But the past isn’t what matters. I live in the present, Genna. I live in the now. I had you, yeah, but what I want is to have you.

We don’t ask questions when they fall, Serah. You know that. We just say goodbye and walk away.

I have a word problem for you.” “I’m listening” “If Naz forgoes sleep, and Karissa gets naked, how many orgasms can he give her before sun up?

This wasn’t lust. It was something else, something greater. This wasn’t want; this was need, more so than she had ever felt before. It was despair, a drowning man desperate for air, a starving man scrounging for scraps to sustain him. He clung to her, like he held on for dear life, afraid of drifting away. No, not lust. This was love. And.

Don’t know what?” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why me?” He stares at me for a moment. “Why not you?

I know I should let you go, should let you walk away from me right now, but I can’t do it. I can’t. I’m selfish, and I’m in love with you, and I want nothing more than to keep you for myself.