Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, someone will hand you a shovel.

Try asking sometime. Not all women will stand for that 50 Shades crap, you know.

Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. "I fit," she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. "I fit with you." He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. "Perfectly."

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. “I missed you, Holly.” Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

...But the problem is, people tend to assign you the role of the person you are at your worst, you know?