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201 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2013
I just read the most epic love story!
"She closes the door behind me and I hear the thumb lock on the door click. She just locked me out of my own room."
And I’m afraid I’m a little bit in love with Logan.
“I think I might be falling in love with you,” he says softly. My breath catches. “Yeah, me too,” I say.
"I want all of her. I want her past, her present and her future. I want to ask her to marry me."
I just read the most epic love story!
“I want you to trust me. And you don’t. Not yet. But you might one day.”
“I think I’m in like.”
“I want you more than I want air.”
“If I ever get to fucking be inside you, I want to know what to call you. I want to at least know your name. Because when that happens, you’re going to fucking own me. Do you understand? You’re going to own me.”
“I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not sure. but I think it’s the same as being my friend, but I get to make you come.”
She laughs. I wish I could hear it, because its probably the most beautiful sound in the world. It's not often I wish I could hear, because I can do almost anything I want. But right now, I wish I could hear the sound of her laughter.
"Logan Reed is tall, tatted and tempting. Kit’s a woman with a mean right hook and a secret. Kit wants a tattoo, but Logan sees more than she intends to share in the drawing of the tat she wants. He sees her in ways no one ever has. Logan’s not disabled; but he hasn’t spoken in eight years. He hasn’t needed to. Until he meets Kit."
"Most people would see the beauty of that drawing. But I see pain. I see things she probably wouldn't want anyone to see."
"Does she own a coat? I wish I'd given her mine. I follow her. I can't help it. I need to see where she's going, or I won't be able to find her again. Not to mention that her being alone in the night in the city scares the shit out of me."
"I want to lick you all over and make you cry out my name and swear you see God, I want you to trust me. And you don't. Not Yet. But you might one day."
"I go get another beer, and Paul glares at me like the time I let the toilet lid fall on his dick when he was seven and I was four."
"I want to be your friend," I say.
"I want you to be my girlfriend."
"What does that mean?" ….
He looks confused. "I'm not sure. But I think it's the same as being my friend, but I get to make you come."
She laughs. I wish I could hear it, because its probably the most beautiful sound in the world. It's not often I wish I could hear, because I can do almost anything I want. But right now, I wish I could hear the sound of her laughter.
I know she's going to break my fucking heart. Because I've never wanted anything with anyone the way I want something I can't even define with her.
”Emily Madison.”
My name. It’s Emily Madison.”
“I think I’m in like.”
“I’ve been locked in my own world for a really long time … And I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were locked in our own little worlds and could let each other out.”
“She’s going to break your fucking heart, man.” …
I know. She’s going to break my fucking heart. Because I’ve never wanted anything with anyone the way I want something I can’t even define with her.
“I want you to trust me. And you don’t. Not yet. But you might one day.”
“If I ever get to fucking be inside you, I want to know what to call you. I want to at least know your name. Because when that happens, you’re going to fucking own me.” I tip her face up so she’s looking at me. “Do you understand?”
She looks unsure.
“You’re going to own me … And there’s nothing I want more.”
“And I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were each locked in our own little worlds and could let each other out.”
“But even more than I want to lick you all over and make you cry out my name and swear you see God, I want you to trust me. And you don’t. Not yet. But you might one day.”
…
I wanted to reach over and touch him, but he doesn’t want that from me. He wants all of me. And I’m not free to give it all away. I’ll never be free.
“I’ve been locked in my own world for a really long time,” he says. “I have an excuse to keep people away, because of my disability. And then I saw your tattoo…” I turn his wrist over and trace my finger across it. He shudders at my touch, closing his eyes tightly. “And I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were each locked in our own little worlds and could let each other out.”