“You’re afraid to count on me.” “I’m afraid of not being able to count on me.” There is a hint of emotion in his stare before his expression becomes unreadable. He drops his hand from my arm. “I understand,” he… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“He wants you. I want you. I can’t walk away from you, Amy, and I have this sense that you could bolt at any… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“All I know is he's letting me see it, and him, and he is exactly what he preaches. Raw and honest, and intense and… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“Tell me I helped,” I say, and it’s a demand. I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. “You belong to me,”… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“I don't know. What if I don't want to and you do?" " I just want you and us, baby. And when the time… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“I think it’s the whole ‘bad boy who’s so good but destined to break your heart’ fantasy. Which doesn’t sound like much of a… — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
“it should be, but you’re still hesitating. Why?” “I’m afraid of losing who I am, and being only what he lets me be.” — Lisa Renee Jones Copy Share Image
