Skate, you’re about to pop the best wheelie of your life.
Genevieve DeweyHis face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it felt like fire.
Genevieve DeweyThis was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.
Genevieve DeweyIt was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could be a family again. But Mickey did it like one’s tongue pointlessly finds a mouth sore over and over again, half to see if it was still there, half to see if it still hurt.
Genevieve DeweyTag: family-relationships
Luchese lit his cigar and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket as if preparing for work. Bring it on, fuckface, James thought. It was hard to take seriously a man that wasn’t smart enough to just take the damn jacket off.
Genevieve DeweyMary girl, life is as simple as we let it be.
Genevieve DeweyEvery conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending knot.
Genevieve DeweyShe smelled like vanilla spice, or pumpkin pie, or something sweet yet sinful.
Genevieve DeweyIn fact, there was a sort of satisfaction and pride in knowing that Kiki was his. Other men could look, they could envy, they could even covet, but she was going home with him. Every. Time.
Genevieve DeweyOh, the sweet, painful pleasure of anticipation!
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