My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you.

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I see it, sweetheart. You were right - you're beautiful when you're glass.

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You might want to find another place to sit. Those idiots could cook up a plan for revenge.”
“I can’t leave.” Green Eyes took a huge breath. “This is the only place where I get to see you.

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How dare you? How dare you, of all people, not have faith in him?” Livia shot back. “All that negativity? You believe it. That’s what he is to you? A burden?” Livia’s mouth stayed open with the shock of his words and her bravery.

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He has a home, Cole. He has a permanent home in my heart.

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"that moment... that moment out there?" Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint. "I've pictured it in my head for months. Months! I knew it would never really happen, but it kept me going. The beautiful, smiling girl would look at me like a man-a man worthy of her body, worthy of her kisses. Do you realize what a fool I am for hoping?"

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Don’t pray to me. Don’t pray to me!” Kyle said, alarmed. “We’re in this together. I’ve done things wrong too. We’re human, Cole. We’ll still make mistakes, but now we’ll always have each other to hold when it hurts.” Kyle’s eyes filled with tears.

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So you’re the music note, Beckett’s obviously the knife, who’s the cross?” She stroked Blake’s tattoo.
“You’re about to find out. We’re headed to church.” Blake leaned in to kiss her forehead.
“Of course we are. That makes perfect sense.” From hell to heaven.

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He moved to her earlobe and breathed, “First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite.” Blake took his time blowing an elaborate pattern on her stomach, and Livia was pretty sure he’d spelled the word torture.

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We’re going to find your hobo. We’re going to work hard—work nights. Liv, we’re going to put our balls into it.” She hugged her tightly.

“When did we get balls?” Livia loved her ridiculous sister.

“Just now.

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