I'll probably always love him. Doesn't mean I can ever trust him again. That doesn't make a relationship.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

Luckily, I's learned at an early age that self-preservation was the only way to survive with your soul intact.

Adjusting to Beau being a caveman over a girl had been almost as hard as seeing him with Ash. Beau didn't do jealous, not until Ashton had become his. Now he was a freaking lunatic.

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

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

What are you doing?" "I'm going to enjoy a long overdue make-out session with my girl. That's what I'm doing." I explained, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me with one shove of my foot.