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First published November 10, 2015
“I know I’m no good for you, that I should push you away, that I have no right to ask for a damn thing from you.” He pauses, the silence humming with unspoken words. “But I can’t help myself from wanting you anyway.”
“Because the only time the ghosts disappear from his eyes is when he’s looking at you.”
“Maybe he’s just… emotionally damaged and in need of a good woman to straighten him out.”
“Now who’s the dim-witted one. Are you really falling for the damaged bad-boy trope?”
“You know I have a weakness for pretty boys with secret pain.”
His eyes narrow. “I told you not to go out with O’Pry. You didn’t listen. You never listen.” His voice gets low, lethal. “This time, you’re going to listen, even if I have to handcuff you to my fucking bed.”
“Hot,” Lila whispers under her breath.
“Seriously,” Gemma agrees.
I ignore them.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask quietly.
He pauses. “Thinking about it.”
I gulp and hope it’s not too obvious…
“Are you weighing the pros and cons?” I ask, leaning into his touch.
“Only cons here.” He shakes his head. “You and me… we’re a story that won’t have a happy ending. A tragedy. Nothing good comes from a tragedy.”
“Well, maybe… Maybe I’d rather live in the wreckage with you for a while than fake a fairy tale with someone else forever.”
I’VE HAD HUNDREDS OF BOYFRIENDS.
SO WHAT IF THEY’RE FICTIONAL?
DON’T YOU DARE JUDGE OUR LOVE.
Phoebe West, on the many merits of book boyfriends.
DID THE FIRST CATERPILLAR TO EVER CHANGE INTO
A BUTTERFLY JUST TOTALLY FREAK THE HELL OUT?
Phoebe West, pondering evolution.
SOME PEOPLE BRAG ABOUT ONE NIGHT STANDS.
WHATEVER. I’VE GOT TWO NIGHT STANDS.
EITHER SIDE OF MY BED.
Phoebe West, upon hearing her best friend lost her v-card after prom.
“Because love, real love, the kind that lasts forever… it’s not patient or kind. Not pretty or perfect. It’s rough and hard as all hell. it’s ugly.” He steps closer, eyes never shifting from mine. “Love is holding someone’s filthy, tarnished heart in your hands and claiming it as yours anyway.”
“How do you stop wanting someone you've dreamed of for most of your life?He's a habit I don't know how to break.”
“One bolt of lightning.A single spark.
We combust into flames.”
“You and me...we're a story that won't have a happy ending.A tragedy.Nothing good comes from a tragedy.”
“Love is holding someone's filthy,tarnished heart in your hands and claiming it's yours anyway.”
“Good lord.I've started questioning the hotness of home invaders.I really need to get laid.”
How do you stop wanting someone you’ve dreamed of for most of your life? He’s a habit I don’t know how to break.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask quietly.
He pauses. “Thinking about it.”
I gulp and hope it’s not too obvious. I’m thinking about it too.. “Are you weighing the pros and cons?” I ask, leaning into his touch.
“Only cons here, West.” He shakes his head. “You and me… we’re a story that won’t have a happy ending. A tragedy. Nothing good comes from a tragedy.”
“Well, maybe…” I grit my teeth so I don’t say something I’ll regret, and take a steadying breath. “Maybe I’d rather live in the wreckage with you for while than fake a fairy tale with someone else forever.”
“The only time the ghosts disappear from his eyes is when he’s looking at you.”
“Love, real love, the kind that lasts forever… it’s not patient or kind. Not pretty or perfect. It’s rough and hard as all hell. It’s ugly.” He steps closer, eyes never shifting from mine. “Love is holding someone’s filthy, tarnished heart in your hands and claiming it as yours anyway.”
True friends don’t judge one another. They judge other people. Together.
“Frankly, this whole pining-from-afar, I-hate-your-guts-but-I’d-like-to-ride-your-face thing you’ve got going is not working for you.”
“That was… visual.”
"What if you are wrong? What if he doesn't want me?"Now this is what I'm talking about. No insta-love BS, no unnecessary angst. Needless to say, I enjoyed this book much more than the previous installment of Boston Love.
"I'm not wrong."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because the only time the ghosts disappear from his eyes is when he's looking at you."