Then how's this? You ignite for me, but more, you make me ignite for you. And no woman, not in my whole goddamned life, has made me ignite the way you do.
Kristen AshleyCause all you gotta know is, it's gonna be you and only you until the day I die... You're not just enough for me. You're everything I want.
Kristen AshleyYou want to see fast, we’l go into the bedroom and I’l show you fast but I’l show it to you slow.
Kristen AshleyMots clés eddie
But she was one of those skanky skanks who looked cool. Who worked her skankedness. Who made skankdom something you'd consider aspiring to.
Kristen AshleyMots clés raid
It was then Raiden Ulysses Miller scorched me a second time, but I didn't battle this blaze. There was no pain. But that didn't mean I didn't end up branded.
Kristen AshleyMots clés hanna-boudreaux
It never works. I don’t know. It just doesn’t. You can love someone a lot and treat them nice and do everything for them and then they just go. It happens.
Kristen AshleyIt was silly, but I couldn’t let go of the hope that one day he’d walk in, look at me, smile and maybe pop
by my table to have a chat where I would boggle his mind with my brilliance. I’d charm him with my
manner. Then he’d ask me out on a date. At the end of which, maybe, hopefully, I’d finally be able to
touch his hair (amongst other things).
This never happened.
Mots clés hanna-boudreaux
I know, child. What do you think's keeping me on this earth? Not easy to let go that kind of love. That kind of love's got the power to hold you tethered to a world you should have left a long time ago.
Kristen AshleyAm I gonna traumatize the fat cat if he sees me fuckin' you?"
"As you know, his name is Spot, and he's immune to trauma. You can't feel it if your life is devoted to dishing it out.
Shy burst out laughing. When he quit, he saw she was smiling up at him.
and it hit him.
All of it.
Waking up to her. Going to bed with her. Making love to her. Eating with her. Laughing with her. Kissing her. Going shopping with her, and when she was in a store and wandering away, he saw her looking over the racks, looking for him, and when he came to her at her back, she'd turned to him, looking lost, and leaned into him the second he got there, suddenly found.
Jesus, he had it.
All of it.
"I never dreamed any fuckin' dream," he whispered, and the smile faded from her face as tears filled her eyes.
She understood him.
"Shy-"
"Didn't dream it, saw it, waited my time, and then you gave it to me."
"Shy," her voice broke on his name.
He looked into her blue eyes swimming with tears, feeling her fingers digging into his shoulders, her weight in his lap, the smell of her hair, the taste of her still on his tongue.
Yes, he fucking had it.
When he was twelve he lost it.
Now he had it again.
All of it.
Everything.
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