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But even love dies when you stomp on it enough. 

Saffron A. Kent, Bad Boy Blues 

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“When you see him, I want you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.”

I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper.

“Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

T. L. Swan, The Stopover 

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“When you see him, I want you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.”

I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper.

“Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

T. L. Swan, The Stopover 

Oh, baby, the only place that would ever be hell to me is one where you’re not with me. Even if our souls are damned to burn for eternity, as long as you’re there, I don’t really give a shit. As long as you’re there, it’ll be heaven to me.

Lucy Smoke, Natural Born Killers 

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What happens when you learn you need love, but then you don’t have it?

Liz Tomforde, Mile High 

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This is what I wanted. I never admitted it out loud, even to myself. But this is what my secret heart always wanted.

Someone who would not be unable to tear themselves away.

Someone who would choose me over everything.

Skye Warren, One for the Money 

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This is what I wanted. I never admitted it out loud, even to myself. But this is what my secret heart always wanted.

Someone who would not be unable to tear themselves away.

Someone who would choose me over everything.

Skye Warren, One for the Money 

I wasn’t beautiful inside. I was full of sadness, of loneliness, of...ache, but my shell hid it all. Hid me behind this facade.

Bella Di Corte, Skin Deep 

Parker S. Huntington, Devious Lies 

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