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“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

“With our faces so close together, I’m inhaling his exhales, and it feels like our fucking souls are merging, like we’re stealing little pieces of each other with each breath.”
― 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

“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