Nicole Dykes

  • Лера Третьякhar citeretfor 7 måneder siden
    I don’t want to have to work so damn hard for so little. That’s all anyone in this town does. It’s their only option. And I feel like a selfish prick for wanting out most of the time, but not one of them can tell me they wouldn’t jump at the chance to get out of here if they could.
  • Лера Третьякhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    They say everything happens for a reason. That you’re never given more than you can handle. To trust the process. Well, I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but disrespectfully, they can go fuck themselves.
    Without lube.
  • Лера Третьякhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “I could never sit for one tattoo, let alone do all this,” I said, running my hands over his wet skin. “You know I get queasy at the sight of blood.”
    “Like the time I fell off my skateboard and cut my leg open?” He grinned darkly.
    I groaned. “Why did you have to bring that up?”
    “Because I was the one bleeding all over the driveway and yet you were the one who got to ride in the ambulance!”
  • Лера Третьякhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “What happened to taking things one day at a time?”
    “Fuck it.”
    “Fuck it?”
    “Fuck it,” he repeated with a smile.
    “I like it,” I grinned, kissing him softly. “But, next year—” The scowl on his face stopped me in my tracks.
    “If you ask me to be your fucking Valentine, I’m going to punch you in the face.”
  • Лера Третьякhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    When I cost us a victory, I got the brunt of the backlash. When I won us a match, I got a slight nod as though Beckett approved of me doing precisely what I was supposed to do. As if I’d done the minimum and won.
  • Лера Третьякhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    He didn’t say I was his only. He said I was his favorite.
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