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444 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 12, 2013
"Pretty girl, I will wait for you until the stars burn out."
"You know, the French call an orgasm Le petit mort, or little death." He increased his pace with each word and crooked his fingers so they hit the exact spot inside me. My hips reached for his hand and met his every thrust.
I felt like I was dying.
"Come for me, pretty girl. Let yourself die a little," he whispered in my ear as I came around his fingers, crying out."
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? I mean, you really have a problem. You know there's probably like, Talkers Anonymous or something."
"Hi, my name is Lottie and I'm a talker," I said.
"Hi Lottie," Will said, playing along.
"It's been, um, well it hasn't been any time since I last talked, because I'm doing it right now."
"You didn't run into the Brothers of Doom, did you?"
"Is that what we're calling them now?" Simon said. "I thought that we decided on Sons of Assholery.""
♥‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along' ~ Remi �
“It’s one of the last things I think about before I go to bed and one of the first when I wake up. I see the scars every day.�Zan has a book of poetry by a 13th century man called Rumi; the poems have been his saviour many times in the past. They help ease his tension, his dark moments when things all get too much, he’s memorised the words and they often pour out to Lottie~
Felicity meets High School Musical
-¿Crees que esto podría suceder de nuevo? -le dije.
-No lo sé, Zan.
-¿Hay algo que pueda hacer para que cambies de opinión?
Se humedeció los labios.
-¿Ser alguien más?
-Podría ser otra persona. ¿Quién quieres que sea?
-¿Puedo llamarte Alex?