“At least, for once I was there for her. I didn’t fail her. She wasn’t alone. — Duke” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“No." I pulled away just enough to lock my eyes with his. His crooked smile sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were a… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. "Girls dig bad boys." "Unfortunately, that's true." "Is there a message, Bridge?" "In your dreams," I replied… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“I love you, Skye. You’re in my heart, in my head, under my skin. You’re my present and my future.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“With you and me, I don't know what anything means. We're pushing each other away and yet I don't seem to be able to… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Maybe I shouldn't trust him after all, just like he doesn't seem to trust me fully. Shit, is it always so hard to get… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“At least, for once I was there for her. I didn’t fail her. She wasn’t alone. — Duke” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Wow, Skye.” He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“I'm going to own your body, Lila, because you f*cking own mine.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“He tilted my head up with his index finger. Tingles spread on my skin. "Pain, obstacles, betrayal and all shitty things that happen in… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“Maybe Duke was just the kind of person you don’t keep in your life, but the kind of person that changes your life forever.” — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
“The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skye’s… — Stephanie Witter Copy Share Image
