Bookend Gal

“head as I gaze back at him, my head tilted up to meet his stare. He’s beautiful. His features are broad and heavy, but perfectly proportioned so that they complement each other well. There’s a small scar above his left eyebrow, a little lighter than the rest of his olive skin. If he smiled, I have a feeling it would be devastating—but I also can’t quite imagine him smiling. The firm set of his mouth suggests that it doesn’t happen often.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“shorter on the sides than the top. His jaw is square and broad, and his high cheekbones accentuate the angles of his face. A long, straight nose sits above full lips, and heavy eyebrows set off the long lashes that frame his eyes. His eyes. Fuck, it’s his eyes that make me feel like I’m drowning. They’re just as mesmerizing as I remember, and they dart back and forth in small movements as he takes in my face with the same intensity as I’m studying him. I realize”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“I am by what just happened. Then something settles over his face—the same expression he wore when he watched Marcus fuck me and Theo kiss me. As if he’s looking at the most precious object in the world, but it’s enclosed behind a glass case. As if he’s looking at something he will never, ever have.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“can’t do that though. I may not bear the marks of the past several weeks as obviously as the scars from the bullet wounds in my chest, but that doesn’t make them any less real. And these aren’t marks on my body. They’re marks on my soul.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession