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“I know you deserve to be loved better than anyone in the world because of all you do for others. I also know that I’m a decent guy, Saint. I deserve the best kind of love back in return, and if you aren’t ever going to be the person to do that, then I’m glad this is over. I would give you everything.”

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“No, I don’t get to tell you that I love you because I can’t ever love you enough to make up for the fact that you refuse to love yourself. You love your job. You love your family. You probably even f***ing love me right back, but until you wake up and realize how perfect you are, how incomparable and wonderful you are, there is no hope for this to work out… I love you, Saint, all of you…”

“That’s the thing, I would have worked until it killed me, whether it ever paid off or not, if that something at the end was you. And I couldn’t have broken your heart this time, Saint, because you wouldn’t let me get close enough to put my hands on it. I told you I can’t see anyone but you, that you are my only, simple or not, and no one else compares. Does this situation look bad? Yeah, it does. I’m not

“Love isn’t something you can negotiate, Nash. When it happens, it becomes everything.”
“Oh trust me, I know. I’ve been on the losing end of love my entire life.”
“You can’t base love on the experience you had growing up. Loving someone you want to make your own has a different feeling, a different power than the love you have for family…”

“I love you,” he says again. “And I want to love you so f***ing hard there is no room for the past. Or the pain. And I will, sweet girl. I won’t stand by and allow you not to like yourself when what o see is… spectacular.”


Cringing at the use of sweet girl and little deer

“When I say you belong to me and that I will take care of you, this is why I mean. You’re not a stray. You are owned. I warned you once to tell me to stop. I warned you what it meant to belong to me… True, I didn’t plan on keeping you then. I do now. There will be times when you hate me. For what I have to do. I am sure of it. That will change nothing between us. I want you to know that if you try to leave, I

“Why? I have nothing to offer you, and you have everything. I get you felt responsible for me before… what do you want from me? Because I’ll be honest, Sir, I won’t survive much more of this. You’re saying things you don’t mean and making me stupidly hopeful for a future with you in it. You’re making me weak. Reliant… I won’t survive the day you drop me, Sir, because my entire world is starting to..

I love him. It’s not a small, blooming love. It’s explosive. Tremendously and devastating. His touch burns with this unrequited love.

I stalk her with mg eyes, watching the prettiest thing I have ever seen— a sight that makes my chest ache, my mind torrid — the thing I dare not throw down and clam despite my every muscle convulsing to do so, stroll nervously around, stopping to touch the fabric on a mannequin. I’m a possessive man…

I take a fistful of his hair… and press the Glock to his lips… His eyes gape with terror.
The metal clinks as I scrape it along his teeth.
“Mine,” I hiss. Mine. Mine. A word I don’t know I would use, but now that I have, it takes root inside me. My responsibility. Mine to protect. Mike to care for. To clothe. To look at. Mine.

I realized now lice didn’t do any good if you held on to it in a death grip. It only had purpose, had power, when you had the courage to hand it over to someone else for safekeeping.

“I thought I was terrified of what would happen if I gave you my love and you decided you didn’t want it anymore. That’s got nothing on watching all the life flood out of those beautiful blue eyes. I thought I lost you forreal, big guy, and my heart stopped. It wasn’t broken, it wasn’t heart, and it flat-out stopped working bc I thought I was going to have to go on without you. I love you, Rome.”

“I don’t have a ring. I don’t have a pretty speed prepared. All I know is that I love you more than life itself and I want every single person in this room to know that I want you forever, Shaw Landon. I love you. Marry me.” Typical Rule: he didn’t ask, he just told her. “Be an Archer. Be mine.”
“I’m always yours, Rule. I will so totally marry you… All I ever need is you.”

He was my entire world, he was everything I ever wanted, and it was going to turn my heart to stone if I didn’t get the opportunity to tell him that.

“Love is never perfect, big brother. It’s what you make of the imperfections in it that makes the ride worthwhile.”

“I love you half-pint. Love that little baby. You understand where I’m at with all of that?”

…I knew there was no one else on this planet I would willingly get on my knees for, but this girl with all her mouthy ways and swirling eyes, I would do it for her whenever she asked and even when she didn’t.
“I got you, Rome.” And she did. She had me any damn way she wanted me…

“Brite sold me the Bar today and I’m in love with you.” That was my fitting a nutshell; nothing else mattered…. “I own a bar and I want you forever.”

“… I don’t want you to be part of my nightmares, Cora, but I’m selfish enough to ask you to want to be.”
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“You have to let me in, you have to stick around so we can work through it together. I’m not flawless either, Captain No-Fun, but I kinda think together we might get close to something spectacular, if we want it bad enough.”

“Because I’m freaked out that whatever I say might be the wrong thing. And right now, being with you is the one thing that feels solid and real … you’re so full of color, so vibrant you never get lost in all the gray in my head. I don’t want to lose that.”

Rome Archer was a force to be reckoned with, a storm brewing of broken thoughts and dangerous demons, of misplaced responsibility and unknown future. I wasn’t sure, but I had a sinking suspicion I might be one of the few able to withstand the destruction left by that storms aftermath, and even though my old fear was there, it wasn’t as strong as the attraction I felt for this enigmatic man.

… he put his hands on the table in front of me and bent down so that we were face to face. There was a storm brewing on that blue gaze and I didn’t think I wanted to be any part of it, or maybe I wanted to be the cause of it and that was why I was acting so awful.
“Pretty sure you know what my idea of a good time is. I’d be happy to remind you in case you forgot.”

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“Do you love me, Jet? Despite it all, do you love me?”
“Ayden, I’m here. Of course I love you. I loved you before, I love you after, and I’ll love you for everything in between.” …
“Jet Keller, I love you, and there is no future for me without you in it. I’m never going to bed with a man who isn’t you again. I don’t care if you’re a rock star or a car salesman. I just want to be a you and me.

“You in love with me, Ayd?”
I closed my eyes and kissed him like he had just kissed me. we made so much sense together even if made no sense at all.
“I’m in love with us, Jet.”

I loved him, loved him like I had never loved anyone or anything ever, and I realized that was why I could let him go. I could see how much it hurt him, … but knowing I was doing it for the right reasons, because I did love him, made me believe we would both be okay in the end. Letting go of him for his own good, to protect him from all the things he could suffer from if he loved me back, was worth it.

“Then don’t this, Ayd. You’re making a terrible mistake. I don’t think he’s everything you want; I think he’s everything you need.”

“Look, I don’t know about love, or being meant for someone, but I’m infatuated with him… when he touches me, I forget to breathe and when he sings to me, oh my Lord, when he sings to me there are no words to describe what that does to me… I’ve never felt about anyone the way I felt about him… I might be in love with him, but I can’t be, because I’m not willing to be the one who destroys him.