Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.
No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?
Just repeat this phrase whenever you feel the urge to jump some other guy’s bones.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Loren Hale fucks better.
The fear of losing each other is always stronger than the pain we cause.
Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.
Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.
I hate that I had to pull out my wallet and buy respect.
