♥ Rebecca ♥

“I’m done tolerating insults toward you—that includes you, Lucien. Enough. You’re not washed-up, you’re not old or ruined. I don’t give a fuck if we never have kids. I don’t give a fuck if some toxic assholes stop associating with me over the choice of my mate. As you saw yourself, the acceptance of people you don’t respect means very little. You’re enough for me. More than enough.” He cradled Lucien’s face in his hands. “You’re all I want. All I see is you. If the rest of the world disappeared, I wouldn’t give a damn, as long as I have you.”
― Alessandra Hazard, Forbidden

“I unfold my notes and arrange them in order on my leg. I’ve read them under my breath a hundred times in the last couple of days to make sure I can say them aloud when the time comes. It starts with one clear sentence at the top, then breaks down into a flow chart of all the ways I thought the conversation might go and how I could answer. My heart’s pounding hard enough to make me feel dizzy, but I wrap my hand around the base of my throat like it’s the weight of my collar and dial the number I scrawled at the bottom of my notes.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“I’m going to crack soon; I can always feel the rage coming. When metal scrapes against metal again and again, it makes sparks. And you can only throw so many sparks into dry tinder before something ignites.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“My childhood therapist always told me that my voice was just shy. It doesn’t like to come out when I’m anxious, even if I know exactly what I want to say. Even if not talking makes everything a hundred times worse. It only works when I feel safe.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs