Los grumpy assholes que son al mismo tiempo letales, protectores y tienen adoración absoluta por la protagonista son mi debilidad, y Ryan lo tiene todo. Es un trozo de pan con la gente que se lo merece, y, a la vez, la peor pesadilla de la gente que se merece justamente eso. Lo amo.
Y Bethany es maravillosa. ♡
MIS FRASES Y MOMENTOS FAVORITOS
The way she moved so quickly, leaving the plate on the table, catches me by surprise, especially when I’ve been trained to move quickly and stealthily. Had she anticipated the move?
(...)
“My face is fine,” she whispers, not lifting her hand to cover it or draw attention to what I mean. It’s a telltale sign she’s been through a beating or two before, and it leaves me even more startled.
One day I won’t feel pain anymore. It’ll either be because I got free of this town or because I’m dead. Either way, I dream of the day when I’ll know what it feels like to be pain free.
“If you ever, and I mean ever, need to go somewhere, you unlock the fucking door to the beach house and climb into that bed, okay?”
“Just please put me out of my misery and tell me who hit you.”
It feels like she’s burning my soul, and I don’t know why.
One day, I’m going to give this guy all the music in the world. Whatever instrument he wants lessons in, I’m going to figure it out. Hell, I’ll give him his own damn music store if that’s what he wants.
People always want something in return, especially since no one gives gifts out of the kindness of their own heart, at least not to me. I’ve learned nothing is ever free, but the worst part is not knowing what price I’ll have to pay.
“Hunter is spending the weekend with his friends, so it just depends on what you want to do.”
Who. The. Fuck. Is. Hunter?
Betty: On my way, boss.
There’s that little bit of snark I can’t help but like. How do I get her to give me more of that?
“Mr. Carter, are you going to answer the equation on the board or stare aimlessly at the blank pages in front of you?” Mr. Bellows asks, calling me out in front of the whole class.
“The blank pages are holding my attention, Bellows, what can I say,” I answer with a shrug, meeting his gaze as I slouch back in my seat, and I watch as his face reddens in annoyance with me. “So, no, I’m not going to answer the equation,” I clarify, tapping the table in front of me as I raise my eyebrows in challenge.
“Because I mean it. With every fiber of my being, I want to slay every soulless monster who has fucking touched you, Bethany Asheville, family included. And you’re not running for the hills because I would never harm you, but the ones who hurt you? I’ll fucking destroy them.”
“You can’t break what’s already broken, Ryan.”
“Like fucking hell, Betty. I saw the strong-ass woman on the beach earlier. You’re not broken, cracked maybe, but you’ve learned to piece yourself back together with your own glue and survive. I won’t let any of that be in vain, Bethany. Not a single ounce.”
People want to buy me to use me and take my virginity. It should make me cower away from every man in existence, but instead, it makes me want to give it all to him.
“Oh my God, is this the female ‘I’m fine’ Benji’s always warned me about?”
I gape at him as I look to my left, only to find him wide-eyed as he frantically searches me from head to toe with panic.
“Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. I don’t want to handle one of those situations right now, if ever, preferably.”
(...)
“I don’t want you to say anything specifically, I just want to understand what caused you to frown so hard, Beth. That wasn’t my intention.”
“Bethany Asheville, you make me fucking crazy. Do I want to protect you? Hell fucking yeah I do. Do I want to explore you? Every inch. Do I want to take everything I want from you? Without question. But I also know what you’re going through, and I will never take a single choice from you. Ever. That’s my promise to you.”
“I want to claim you as mine, but that goes against everything I said earlier, and I—”
“I’m yours,” I interrupt quickly.
I feel something for her, something strong that has me willing to upend my whole world to be with her.
Is that love?
Honestly, I don’t know, but I want more of it, and I want it all with her.
“Who the fuck are you?” someone demands, and I look past the dresser at the bottom of the steps to find a small boy with messy blond hair and a frown on his face as he glares at me with his arms folded over his chest.
Attitude. I like it.
His eyes are the same shape as Bethany’s but green instead of blue, and his nose wrinkles in the same way too. As he continues to stare me down, I know I’m going to do everything for him also, just like his beautiful sister.
Apparently, I’m a fucking sucker for the Ashevilles.
“I’m Ryan Carter,” I finally tell him, settling my gaze on him as I speak, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me, Ryan Carter?”
“Nope, but it will.”
A smile curves her lips as she closes her eyes and tilts her face toward the sun.
Heaven. She’s my slice of fucking heaven.
“I don’t want to give them a chance of offering it to someone, and I want to screw them all the way to hell by taking it off the table,” she states, her tone becoming more determined with each word she speaks, but I still frown up at her in confusion.
“Then don’t let them have it,” I reply, fully supporting her but having no clue at the same time. “What is… it?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you did to make her kick you out, but if you fuck it up again, I’ll be doing the same to you,” he warns, indicating the lifeless body I still hold.
“If I upset her again, I’ll give you the loaded gun to do it.”
I want you to be my forever.”