Still, his scars, combined with the serpentine wound now visible without the bandage covering his shoulder, made him all the more dangerous.
He was, to me, terrifyingly beautiful.
He was my anchor in the hurricane, yet at the same time, the hurricane itself, so that I nearly always felt safe and afraid simultaneously. There was nothing in the world as confusing and powerful as being close to him.
Kristen SimmonsIt's them, Miller. Not us. It's the FBR that should be sorry.
Kristen SimmonsLosing your family... it puts fear in a different perspective, Chase had once told me.
Kristen SimmonsMots clés family laine-s-fave
There were plenty of ways to hurt someone without using your fists.
Kristen SimmonsYou married me while I was sleeping?" I asked in amazement. They sky was beginning to bruise with the purple haze, and in it, I could see Chase's face glow a little deeper copper.
"You hit me for kissing you. It seemed in my best interest to marry you while you were passed out.
I'm not fine," he said. "Not without you.
Kristen SimmonsHow cold and foreign this city seemed, that even death could pass unnoticed.
Kristen SimmonsHis green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels.
Kristen SimmonsMots clés poetic inspiring funny-and-random
Chase Jennings, I love you. I love the boy you were and the man that you've become and even when I don't like you at all I still love you because you are you, kind safe and good, because you understand me and are not afraid.
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