Krystal

“Then she leaned slightly into him and said gently, “I don’t think you should be left be. I think you’re dealing with something heavy, you’re obviously doing it alone.” She threw a mitten-covered hand out to indicate the area, “You need to unload it, Chace.”
Christ.
Fuck.
Christ.
That voice, quiet, gentle, so fucking sweet saying his name, her eyes soft on him.
Fuck.
Better than he could have imagined.
Better than he ever could have dreamed.
And not his.
Never to be his.
Which meant finally hearing her say his name was torture.”
― Kristen Ashley, Breathe

“I’d move here. I’d move to the goddamned, fucking moon to wake up to you in my bed.”
― Kristen Ashley, Creed

“Jesus," he muttered, dropping his head.

"What?"

He looked back at me. "Duchess, you can argue about anything."

"No I can't."

"So, now you're arguin' about not arguing?"

I decided to be quiet.”
― Kristen Ashley, The Gamble

“Everything that was Chace Keaton urged him to follow her. To ask her to dinner. To get to know her. To find the right time to taste her mouth. To find the right time to taste her body. To take the time to teach her how to pleasure his. To lay his burden on her.

Everything that Chace Keaton had done, seen and heard for near on a decade stopped him”
― Kristen Ashley, Breathe