Bookend Gal

“Sometimes I want to break you, angel,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice a rough burn. “Sometimes I want to break you apart just to see what’s inside.”
― 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

“You saved my life,” he repeats more emphatically. “Every day since then, every fucking heartbeat, I owe to you.” The vibration of his low voice begins in his chest and travels up my arm through the place where our skin touches, making my own pulse skyrocket. The intensity of his tone sparks my fight-or-flight instinct, and I tug hard on my hand. But he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let it budge.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“Maybe we really are bound by blood. By the blood I shed that night and the blood that has continued to pump through his veins ever since.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession