Charlie

“Oh, fuck you.” “You just did that,” I say dryly, acting as if him being locked to me isn't a big deal. Just as casual as a coffee date. “And you fucking loved it.” He chuckles. “As much as I love swallowing glass.” I smile back sweetly. “Brat.” “Jackass.”
― Alisha Williams, The Knot Before Christmas

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s not easy. Being loved by me.” I bite my bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You’re wrong.” I know he loves me, but it’s different when he says it. That he’s reached the point where he can utter those three little words means more than the sentiment itself. “Being loved by you is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“Get a new doctor, fuck those magazines, and stop stepping on scales. They sound like land mines for your mental health. You’re perfect.”
― Wendi Gogh, Inked by the Ithaqua

“How can I let myself have you when I’ve done so much damage?” “What about what I deserve?” I ask him, and he blinks at me. “What?” “I don’t want you to think about this in terms of what you deserve. I want you to think about me and what I deserve.” His Adam’s apple bobs, and his eyes don’t stray from mine. “You deserve the world,” he says. I smile, placing a finger under his chin, my nail likely digging into his skin ever so slightly. “Then give it to me.”
― Sarah Blue, Jolly Cupid