“ I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones. ”
You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there’s no end in sight. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain’t cutting it with me.
~ Sylvia Day
Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.
His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.
What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?
