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"Like I was climbing the ladder that I’d been forced to hold for someone else all my life, finally reaching that top rung. Good girls who listen to others and follow all the rules never rise to the top, so I was done being good. I was done being forced to the bottom and doing what I was supposed to do for someone else’s benefit."

"It probably made her feel like my dirty little secret, and although that was what she had to be—for now—it didn’t sit right with me."

"He seems consumed by you. Like you are the center of
every room you’re in. His eyes gravitate toward you. It’s
not evident to most, but I can see it. I see the way he looks at you. It’s the same way Cade used to look at Journey. Like he’s afraid you’re going to slip through his fingers at the last second or something."

"Either way, I didn’t care. I’d kiss her every day until I no
longer could. And then, I’d find a way to keep her. I’d find
her one way or another and make her mine again."

Passion was licking over every last nerve, and all I wanted to do was consume her. All of her. Her mind, body, soul, and even her heart. Gemma-fucking-Richardson just became the center of my world. And she had no idea. Our lips drew closer, and she peered up at me. “I want to take your problems and make them mine, Gemma.” 

“We’re going to go up in flames, you and I. You know that, right? This…”—he pointed at me and then to him—“is…different.”

"You have this good-girl vibe to you, but”—her eyes trailed all over my face—“your features are…so striking. Intense."

"At first, she looked innocent, and there was no doubt in my mind that she was. She was shy, blushed a fuck-ton, which was actually kind of cute in a way, and fell into herself anytime there was attention on her. But she had a fire inside of her too. Gemma was fueled by something. Something dark and unforgiving. I was beginning to learn that she was hard to read, but all in all, she appeared good and respectful."

"I hated how my voice came out like a whisper. I’d always been a quiet person. Richard used to ask if I was afraid of my own voice, and honestly, around him, I was."

"It was strange that things out of order felt right to me when I’d been taught all my life that there was no middle ground. It was black or white, straight or crooked, right or wrong. There couldn’t be an in between. Ever."