Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan."
"Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.
Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.
J.R. WardMots clés butch
Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.
J.R. WardMots clés vishous marissa butch
As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest.
-Butch and Marissa
He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?"
-Butch and Marissa
Mots clés butch
Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are."
-Butch and Marissa
I don't do farm animals.
Can't stand hay in your leathers?
Or wool in my teeth.
Mots clés vishous marissa butch
Funny, he wasn't handsome, not in a Mr. Perfect kind of way, at least. The guy had a nose that had clearly been busted once or three times, and his hazel eyes were too shrewd and too exhausted to be classified as attractive. But he was like a cocked gun: He has a steely intelligence and a dangerous power about him that you respected. Because the combination was a flat-out killer, literally
J.R. WardMots clés butch
Don't make me flip you off"
"Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?"
"Because my finger's getting sore.
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