He was like a jalapeño, bright and smooth, but dangerously hot. A small part of me wanted to bite him.
Tarryn FisherMots clés strange attraction
You will forever be loved first, nothing will change that.”
“But what does it matter if I can’t be with you?” I wail. “I can’t live without you.”
“But you have,” he smiles, though it is a sad smile. “You have and you will.
Life is all about choices, I decide—good ones, bad ones, selfish ones” - Olivia
Tarryn FisherI knew what I was going to do, something that would hurt him more than he hurt me. That’s the way I fought, dirty. An eye for an eye.” – Olivia
Tarryn FisherForget all you know - I said to myself.
This is the one you belong with. I don't know how I knew that. Maybe our souls touched underneath that tree. Maybe I decided to love her. Maybe love wasn't our choice. But when I looked at that woman, I saw myself differently. And it wasn't in a good light. Not a thing would keep me from her. And that could make a person do things they never thought themselves capable of. What I felt for her scared the hell out of me. It was a consuming obsession. In truth, I'd barely touched on the obsession. That was still coming.
A word of advice,” he says, as I stop in his office to say goodbye. “When you’re in love with a woman, you shouldn’t get involved with other women.”
“Noted,” I say. “Though, I would like to offer that she is probably sleeping with another man as we speak.
Mots clés thief crazy-love olivia-kaspen caleb-drake angsty-love tarryn-fisher
She watches my hand, riveted. I keep my lips in a straight line, but I want to grin at her obvious hand fetish. She's had one since we were in college.
Tarryn FisherMots clés olivia caleb hand-fetish
She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just to escape the spell she’s put you under. I’ve tried to break myself of her over and over, but it’s pointless. I’ve got more of her in my veins than blood
Tarryn FisherShe’s mine. She always has been, she always will be.
Tarryn FisherThen Olivia came back. She came back, dancing like a siren. I knew exactly what she was doing the night she came to my frat house and cocked her finger at me from the dance floor. If she hadn’t come to me, I would have gone to her. Forget all you know — I said to myself. This is the one you belong with. I don’t know how I knew that. Maybe our souls touched underneath that tree. Maybe I decided to love her. Maybe love wasn’t our choice. But when I looked at that woman, I saw myself differently. And it wasn’t in a good light. Not a thing would keep me from her. And that could make a person do things they never thought themselves capable of. What I felt for her scared the hell out of me. It was a consuming obsession.
In truth, I’d barely touched on the obsession. That was still coming.
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