Colombina

“Has anyone ever told you, you are the most despicable, judgmental, self-righteous, obnoxious fuckwit that ever existed?”
― Samantha Young, Down London Road

“Fuck, man,” Nate breathed, his attention suddenly on the shoes and my legs. “Don’t let her sell those.” His heated eyes devoured me. “Those are shit hot.”
“I will seriously hit you,” Cam warned him darkly.
Nate shrugged, threw me a cheeky grin, and turned back to the television screen.
“Not my fault your girlfriend is so bloody fuckable.”
Cole slammed his shoulder into Nate before Cam could retaliate. “Dude, that’s my sister.”
― Samantha Young, Down London Road

“I need space to think.”
He looked stunned, almost like I’d hit him. “Space?”
I nodded, chewing my lip to hell.
And then Cam’s eyes darkened, his whole expression growing taut with coming anger. I began to gnaw my lip as he took a menacing step towards me. “Space from me?”
I nodded.
“Fuck that shit,” he growled.”
― Samantha Young, Down London Road

“I guess that’s the problem when you really get to know someone. You learn all their triggers and emotional buttons, and unfortunately, in times of war, you press them.”
― Samantha Young, Down London Road