“Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“The door slams in response, and I laugh. I'm glad she can laugh. It means she really is coping. I know she’s… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“It’s not okay,” I tell her. This gets her attention; it’s not what she was expecting. “You don’t have to be okay.”… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“The walk back to the subway and the subsequent ride to my apartment in Queens is long, providing me with too much… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Oh, god…” I whimper. “I haven’t done anything yet, baby,” Colton growls. “I know,” I pant. “I was just saying your name.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I should have seen it coming.” The words don’t surprise me, but they piss me off. I pull away and glare down… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself.” “It helps—” “No it doesn't. It just pushes… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“You can’t hold it in forever,” Colton said, apropos of nothing. “Yes, I can.” I had to. “You’ll go crazy. It’ll come… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Let…it…go,” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to.… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. She’s deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“You done a number on him, Colt. He needs a doctor, or he ain't gonna make it.” “He tried to rape her,… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Let me go!” she growls. “No.” “Let me fucking go, Colton.” Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. “You let go.”… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I don't even know how long she sobs. Time ceases to pass, and she cries, cries, cries. Clutches me and makes these… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I did answer. I said a little. I'm afraid of what you can do. I mean, I feel safe with you, though.… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“But we have to learn to be free. We have to, Nell. Doesn't mean happy all the time, or okay all the… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Dan moans behind me, reminding her of the problem. She straightens in fear at the sound of his voice, peers over my… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“My thoughts are free to roam back to the way she leaned her head on my arm for a split second, as… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“My prerogative as your father is to break the face of anyone who fucks with you. And I will, whether you like it or… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Your brothers…do they all look like you?” I couldn’t help asking. I really couldn’t. He shot me the smirk again. “I’m the oldest,… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I'm in battle mode. Shut down. Hard. I'm not Hunter anymore. I'm Lance Corporal Lee, USMC. Semper Fi, bitches.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Empty Sex is like Pringles: You can eat million of them, but they never really fill you up. If you want to be truly… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“I will always love you. You saved me, Rania.” “No, you saved me.” “We saved each other, then,” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Nothing. It is nothing. Stop worrying about me." "I can't stop worrying about you.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
Compassion and pity are not the same: pity is looking down on someone, feeling sorry for them and offering nothing; compassion is seeing their… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“You’re so fucking gloriously gorgeous that I literally cannot stand it. I’m having to remind myself to keep breathing, because you take my breath… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
