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Even as a child he’d known it was best not to love, for loved ones were a threat. The more one held dear, the more one could lose. Love was a weakness. But when it could not be avoided, it was best to keep them at a distance.

You can have skills in abundance, drive by the bucket load, and more knowledge than you know what to do with, but without passion, you’ll never reach the pinnacle of success.

Now her bigger-than-life personality makes sense. When you’ve been hurt, you either become a recluse who hates the world and everyone in it or bring out the sunshine, certain your worst days are behind you.

Unless I’m sitting on your face, my weight is none of your business.

“Success is not final; failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

There’s less chance of my having the hope of a better life if all the nothingness blurs together. 

It’s a wonder something so mistreated can still respond to the cause of its neglect.

What is broken inside me that I look for love in the worst places? Was it programmed inside me from birth or is it a product of my parent’s neglect? Am I just so fucked up that I’ll take affection wherever I can get it, even if it’s from the worst possible source?

“I’ve got a future with her. Dare to talk to her again and you won’t have a future at all. Don’t come again. She won’t call.”

“Some days I feel too much,” she admitted quietly. “And today was one of them. I wasn’t sure if you could handle it.”

He wanted her. What precisely he wanted, he wasn’t sure. Her body, no-brainer, serve it to him hot, cold, wet, dry, he’d eat like a king, but he wanted her protected too. He wanted to be her shield and if he was hers, then dammit, he’d have to be one for the entire Peck clan.

He wanted to tell her right then. Tell her everything. How all the reasons they shouldn’t be together didn’t fucking matter. He’d try for her, with her. On his knees through glass, he’d try.

Pretty girl sounded like fresh honey dripping onto her skin, like a beautiful and protective shield covering her imperfections. That’s how Miles made her feel.

“You can’t possibly think I have a good enough imagination to picture true beauty. Spread those legs and let me see.”

“Trust me, I can handle each bit of you every day of the week and twice on Sundays.”