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“It’s always been you,” he murmurs roughly, his voice like sandpaper. “Ever since the first time I saw you that night. You’re my fucking guardian angel, my dirty secret, my broken doll. You’re”
― 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

“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

“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