Let her arm go and pray she has no bruise,” a familiar voice said in a low angry tone. I shuddered from relief at the sound of his voice. Trey released my arm and shrugged, grinning. “I just wanted an oyster, and she wouldn’t serve me.” I opened my mouth to protest when the warm fingers holding my arm softly squeezed me for reassurance. So, I stayed quiet. “Jason, please escort your friend to the door. I have no other reason to speak with him unless Sadie has a bruise or any lasting marks from his hands, and then he will see me again.

I got this." Dank Walker

Don’t give up. You’ll regret it.

I was already headed for Hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

I loved her. I loved her with a something so fierce I couldn't even name it.

I want to have the memories of my time with you to keep me warm.

No excuses; those were just weak.