His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Joe,” I growled, feeling a combination of drunk and dizzy. “You don’t own me.” “Well, that’s bad fucking luck on my account, because you sure as shit own me!”
― Redeeming 6
― Redeeming 6
“I’m not in your corner, Shannon,” Johnny replied in a gruff tone. “I’m standing right beside you.”
― Keeping 13
― Keeping 13
“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?”
― Binding 13
― Binding 13
“While the rest of his friends had long since abandoned their girlfriends and dates, Gibsie hadn’t taken more than three steps away from Claire all night.”
― Redeeming 6
― Redeeming 6
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
― Binding 13
― Binding 13
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