“I can drive. I'm not good with a stick though." "I don't remember you being quite so bad with mine." A smile played across her lips as she gawked at me. If there's one thing I know how to do,… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“I wanted a fight. I needed a fight. I was sick and tired of playing nice. I AM NOT NICE. - Caleb” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“Caleb fed me better food during my kidnapping than these people. I laugh at my own joke” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“I can’t take it anymore, Caleb. I’ve tried, but I can’t,” she sobbed. “Every time I think you’re coming around, every time I let… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“All of the tears i made her made her shed, these were his favorite. "If happy tears taste the same as the sad ones,… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“I've seen you handle your stick, Caleb. You're much better at it than I am” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“No one had ever looked at him that way, as if life were insignificant without him and he’d never valued anyone more than he… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“No more movie references. No more fictional characters to relate to. This was real. It was destiny. I was…a thing, a commodity.” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“Somehow I'd still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“If the first lesson every slave had to learn was to accept that their wishes did not matter, then the first lesson every master… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“We’d come so far, and I was oddly desperate to see where we could go.” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
