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406 pages, ebook
First published February 18, 2013
Becoming hard at heart isn't an intersection in your brain where you have a choice to turn left or right. It's coming to a dead end, and you just keep going, over the cliff, unable to stop the inevitable, because the truth is you just don't want to.
There is freedom in the fall.
I wanted her to hurt. I didn't want her to hurt.
I hated her. I loved her.
I wanted to violate her body in a hundred different ways. I wanted to keep her safe.
Anyone who sees the way you looks at her knows you don't want to hook up with her. No, right now you're looking at her like you want to tie her up and give her a big, fat spanking."
Stupid ass.
I wasn't into shit like that, or...I didn't think I was. Never tried it. Might try it, I guess. You should try everything at least once.
Except crystal meth.
Right at that moment, I wanted everything from Tate. Everything. Her anger and passion, her hate and lust, her body and soul.
I wanted control of all of it
The hair, the outfit, it was the perfect blend of good girl and bad girl, of salvation and danger.
There was no point in lying to myself. As much as I hated her, I wanted a taste of her.
“There are times when we can blame a situation on others, but we own our reactions to them. There comes a point where we are the ones responsible for our choices and excuses don’t carry weight anymore.”
✨ 3.5 "I LOVE TO HATE YOU" stars ✨
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I wanted her to hurt. I didn't want her to hurt. I hated her. I loved her...
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"I want to touch you," I whispered against her lips. "I want to feel what's mine. What's always been mine."
Please.
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Tate. My Tate. My best friend, and my worst enemy. The girl that turned my world upside down with her overalls and red baseball cap.
The only person in every one of my good memories.
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"I can't change the past, Tate. I wish I could, because I'd go back and relive every day that I existed without you, and I'd make sure that you smiled. Every minute of my future belongs to you."
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