In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.

I don’t bite Marcus. You can come sit on the comfy old couch with me. That chair is incredibly uncomfortable.” Just the opening I needed. I jumped up and sat down on the end of the couch and stretched my legs out in front of me. “You don’t have to tell me twice. I was just being polite.” Will ow chuckled and brought a blanket over to the sofa with her.

Why couldn't I have just made it home without seeing them? I wasn't in the mood to play good freaking Samaritan to Beau and his trashy girlfriend.

He'd made sure i had something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

This may be invading her privacy but I was Death, dammit. I should get some privileges

And you've got a boy right there who looks at you like he would drink your bathwater if you'd ask him!