Status Updates From Run With Me

“No one else will ever love him like a brother and a lover, like a partner in crime. No one else will ever see this blood and know that it’s mine.
He gave me his body and I’m giving him my name. Fuck rings. Fuck white dresses. Fuck every girl who thinks an Instagram wedding means she’s claimed someone. This? This is the real shit. This is the kind of devotion that lasts.”

i’m so sick and tired of this bum ass book that won’t end

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life.
“I’ve never done this. Not with anyone,” I whisper against her skin.
“You mean this is your first time?”
I nod, eyes locked on hers. “Didn’t want anyone else. I always knew you’d be my first and only.”
What I don’t tell her is the numerous times the club would shove me into rooms with girls, I couldn’t get it up.”

sigma sigma on the wall
this is the slowest read of them all

“You’re insane.”
“I don’t need to be sane. I just need to be with you.”

“I didn’t come here to hurt you.” My voice drops lower. “I came home.”

“You ever think maybe we were meant to find each other?” I whisper.
His voice is soft. “No.” A pause. “I know we were.”

“You ever run away?”
She tilts her head back against the pillow, considering. “Not yet.”
Not yet.
I grin. “Bet we could.”
After a long moment, she says, “Yeah.”
And just like that, it’s decided.
Maybe not tomorrow.
Maybe not next week.
But someday.
Because the second I saw her, the second she looked back at me without flinching, I knew.
Wherever she goes, I go.”

“Bindi is my fucking religion, and I’ve been a devout bastard since the day she cracked that kid’s nose over a dinner roll, split it in half, and gave me the bigger piece—without even looking at me. That’s when I knew. She didn’t just feed me, she claimed me. For the first time in my life someone chose me.”

“The woman who continues to haunt my nights.
Bindi Vega.
There’s an itch under my skin with her name written all over it”