What happened to you?" she asked.
"Ben was feeling artistic. Wanted to rearrange my face.
Stichwörter: soul will body ghost ben kade stacey goth alona
You don’t fucking get it, do you, Sparks?” Out of sheer frustration, Ben thwacked the wall with his hand. Hard. So hard his palm stung. “I love you. I am so goddamned, madly in love with you, I can’t see straight.” Ben’s voice resonated through the offices, echoed in his own ears. “You’re the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I imagine before I fall asleep. I dream about you. Every single night. I live to see you, at the office, at home, anywhere. I just need to see your face. Hold your body. Touch your skin. I need you, Mel. More than I need air. You can’t walk away from me. You can’t love someone else.” He gulped in a breath and almost choked on the emotion clogging his throat, so when he spoke again his voice was scratchy, and much, much softer. “I screwed up. I made you choose. And I’m sorry. So desperately, pathetically sorry for that. But I can’t let you go. I can’t let him have you, because you’re mine. You were made for me, like I was made for you. We’re two peas in a pod, sweetness. We’re the same, you and I. We’re meant to be together.
Jess DeeStichwörter: romantic ben melissa
Just a cold. And I think maybe I'm pregnant, because I'm always riding the porcelain bus, or thinking about it.
Alex AdamsThe boys quiet until Ben looks across the table at Chon, holds his thumb and index finger a millimeter apart, and says, “We’re that close to being gay.”
They laugh for half an hour.
Collective dicks
Stichwörter: savages ben o ophelia chon
He feels
ennui
depression
adrift in his life. Purposeless, perhaps because
—dig a well in the Sudan and thejanjaweed come in and shoot the people anyway
—buy mosquito nets and the boys
you save grow up to
—rape women
—set up cottage industries in Myanmar and the army
—steals them and uses the women as slaves and
Ben is starting to be afraid that he is starting to share Chon’s opinion of the human species
that people are basically
shit.
Stichwörter: savages ben o ophelia chon
In his mind’s eye, though, he sees—
—Taliban
moving like scorpions across a similar landscape
his own caravan blown to shit
blood streaming from buddies
Now I’m one of them
He sights in again.
No time for
Lack of PTSD
He only hopes that
Gentle Ben
Increase-the-Peace Ben
is one of them, too, now.
Now, Ben.
Find your inner Taliban.
Stichwörter: savages ben o ophelia
Ben wore the same goofy smile as in the photo. Take that, new guy! I can make him happy too!
Jay BellHeart turned to me, his face thoughtful. “Yesterday morning. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days before that.” He smiled at me. “You were supposed to be the Alpha’s eye candy.”
Adam laughed.
“What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye candy?” I looked down at my overalls and grease-stained hands. I’d torn another nail to the quick.
“Honey is eye candy,” said Ben apologetically. “You’re . . . just you.”
“Mine,” said Adam, edging between Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.
You are a sick, sick man,” I told him.
“Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.
Stichwörter: humor sarcasm ben mercy-thompson silver-borne
I love ben
Anna LisecStichwörter: love children wonderful jewish anna ben young-love biracial challah
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