“...when a man like Ethan finally learns to love, it's forever.~ Fiona MacCarrick ~”
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Kresley Cole,
If You Deceive
“Complicated, shmomplicated,'' she said, waving her hand. ''If you love her, you make it work.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“I dreamed of making love to her under the stars.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“You have that whole Superman thing going on with your glasses.'' I said, pointing at my own face. He tilted his head and gave me a confuse look. Shit. I was so dumb. I'd have been better off letting the staring continue. ''I mean, like, because Superman wears glasses.'' ''You mean Clark Kent.''''Um...'' Now it was my turn to be confused.''Clark Kent wears the glasses and when he takes them off he's Superman.''''Duh.'' I said with self-deprecating laugh. ''I'm more of a Marvel girl.''''That's a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“but just because the biggest monsters were conquered, didn’t mean the small ones couldn’t do as much damage.” ― Fiona Cole, Teacher
“Love hit you when you least expected it, no matter how hard you fought it.” ― Fiona Cole, Teacher
“Fuck, Oaklyn,” I breathed. “Not yet,” she panted out of breath. “But maybe someday.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“Oaklyn was either going to make me or destroy me. I just hoped it was the former, because I didn’t have much more left to destroy.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“To Rachel and Georgeanna. Ride or die, bitches.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“Maybe I just want someone who knows what to do with me.” ― Fiona Cole, Watch With Me
“Jackson. Wait.” He didn’t turn to face me when I finally reached him. Staring at his back, I scrambled for something to say. Why hadn’t I thought this through? In the end, watching him not even turn to face me, anger won out. “What the fuck, Jackson?” “Go back to your fiancée.” With a growl, I gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn and then shoving him back into the wall. His eyes looked like they were holding back their own storm, daring me to push one more time. I was about to push a whole lot harder if it meant getting something out of him. “Talk to me.” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I almost stepped back from how angry they were. “What do you want me to say? You’re not gay,” he sneered, beginning to back me up with each word. “You would never. Which I found pretty damn shocking since you loved being deep inside me, spilling your cum. Fucking me—a man—like a desperate fucking freight train.” He threw my words I’d stupidly sputtered to his brother back in my face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck you,” Jackson growled before bumping my shoulder to walk past me. Digging my hands in my hair, frustration rose inside me, pulling me under, drowning me. I was losing control and I couldn’t breathe because of it. “I’M SORRY, OKAY?” I shouted. “I fucked up. I panicked. This is allnew to me—liking a guy. Fooling around with you when I’m engaged. I can’t just talk about it. I fucking panicked and I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.” He let my apology linger, and I held my breath waiting. “Okay.” Okay? Okay? Was he fucking kidding me? I spilled my guts and it was okay? “No. It’s not fucking okay. This isn’t okay.” A fiery burn built behind my eyes, stinging my nose, but I wasn’t going to stop because he finally turned back to me. “I miss you. You won’t touch me, or kiss me, or sit with me, or hold me. Nothing. And I fucking miss you.” I choked on the last few words praying he wouldn’t turn away. It was the most honest I’d been with him—with myself—about my feelings for him. My heart thundered, and hands trembled from how nervous I was. Nervous that the words felt so right coming from my lips. Nervous about what it really meant, that I left Carina behind, so I could chase Jackson down and plead with him to not leave me. “Can we please go back? Can you please forgive me?” It wasn’t just about sex and exploring. Right there in the stairwell, getting lost in him, begging him to stay and care, it hit me. I was falling in love with him. With a man. I was falling in love with Jackson. While my fiancée sat upstairs, I realized I was falling in love with my best friend.” ― Fiona Cole, Lovers
“Hoping to move forward with physical therapy.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“He briefly glanced in our direction but was too far away for me to see his eye color; they’d looked like dark pools you’d get lost in. And not in the dreamy, good way. In the, fall into a dark pit of nothingness, hoping to find any light, only to find more darkness, kind of way.” ― Fiona Cole, Blame it on the Champagne
“That’s a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“No matter the life we have now, we’ll be fine in the long run.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“And while your age should probably make me an old pervert, I don’t give a fuck.” ― Fiona Cole, Watch With Me
“The quiet ones are always the freakiest. They have the biggest secrets.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“Complicated, shmomplicated,'' she said, waving her hand. ''If you love her, you make it work.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“I dreamed of making love to her under the stars.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“You have that whole Superman thing going on with your glasses.'' I said, pointing at my own face. He tilted his head and gave me a confuse look. Shit. I was so dumb. I'd have been better off letting the staring continue. ''I mean, like, because Superman wears glasses.'' ''You mean Clark Kent.''''Um...'' Now it was my turn to be confused.''Clark Kent wears the glasses and when he takes them off he's Superman.''''Duh.'' I said with self-deprecating laugh. ''I'm more of a Marvel girl.''''That's a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“but just because the biggest monsters were conquered, didn’t mean the small ones couldn’t do as much damage.” ― Fiona Cole, Teacher
“Love hit you when you least expected it, no matter how hard you fought it.” ― Fiona Cole, Teacher
“Fuck, Oaklyn,” I breathed. “Not yet,” she panted out of breath. “But maybe someday.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“Oaklyn was either going to make me or destroy me. I just hoped it was the former, because I didn’t have much more left to destroy.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“To Rachel and Georgeanna. Ride or die, bitches.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“Maybe I just want someone who knows what to do with me.” ― Fiona Cole, Watch With Me
“Jackson. Wait.” He didn’t turn to face me when I finally reached him. Staring at his back, I scrambled for something to say. Why hadn’t I thought this through? In the end, watching him not even turn to face me, anger won out. “What the fuck, Jackson?” “Go back to your fiancée.” With a growl, I gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn and then shoving him back into the wall. His eyes looked like they were holding back their own storm, daring me to push one more time. I was about to push a whole lot harder if it meant getting something out of him. “Talk to me.” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I almost stepped back from how angry they were. “What do you want me to say? You’re not gay,” he sneered, beginning to back me up with each word. “You would never. Which I found pretty damn shocking since you loved being deep inside me, spilling your cum. Fucking me—a man—like a desperate fucking freight train.” He threw my words I’d stupidly sputtered to his brother back in my face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck you,” Jackson growled before bumping my shoulder to walk past me. Digging my hands in my hair, frustration rose inside me, pulling me under, drowning me. I was losing control and I couldn’t breathe because of it. “I’M SORRY, OKAY?” I shouted. “I fucked up. I panicked. This is allnew to me—liking a guy. Fooling around with you when I’m engaged. I can’t just talk about it. I fucking panicked and I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.” He let my apology linger, and I held my breath waiting. “Okay.” Okay? Okay? Was he fucking kidding me? I spilled my guts and it was okay? “No. It’s not fucking okay. This isn’t okay.” A fiery burn built behind my eyes, stinging my nose, but I wasn’t going to stop because he finally turned back to me. “I miss you. You won’t touch me, or kiss me, or sit with me, or hold me. Nothing. And I fucking miss you.” I choked on the last few words praying he wouldn’t turn away. It was the most honest I’d been with him—with myself—about my feelings for him. My heart thundered, and hands trembled from how nervous I was. Nervous that the words felt so right coming from my lips. Nervous about what it really meant, that I left Carina behind, so I could chase Jackson down and plead with him to not leave me. “Can we please go back? Can you please forgive me?” It wasn’t just about sex and exploring. Right there in the stairwell, getting lost in him, begging him to stay and care, it hit me. I was falling in love with him. With a man. I was falling in love with Jackson. While my fiancée sat upstairs, I realized I was falling in love with my best friend.” ― Fiona Cole, Lovers
“Hoping to move forward with physical therapy.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“He briefly glanced in our direction but was too far away for me to see his eye color; they’d looked like dark pools you’d get lost in. And not in the dreamy, good way. In the, fall into a dark pit of nothingness, hoping to find any light, only to find more darkness, kind of way.” ― Fiona Cole, Blame it on the Champagne
“That’s a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“No matter the life we have now, we’ll be fine in the long run.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
“And while your age should probably make me an old pervert, I don’t give a fuck.” ― Fiona Cole, Watch With Me
“The quiet ones are always the freakiest. They have the biggest secrets.” ― Fiona Cole, Voyeur
