My breath stopped when I noticed his face, his eyes. Dad was mystified by Kellan's life choices. Still, by anyone's standards the drive was absurdly long. Then the scream got so loud my ears started ringing. Please read the other stories.
It came to the point that I was actually upset with the author for expecting us to root for her because she's naive and torn between the love of 2 men. Therefore, it had been a terrible family tragedy, when a few months ago, during my second year there, I'd made plans to transfer out in the fall. But, I knew it was an act. This book is beyond angsty and I know that some think I am crazy to have read this 4 times. Sweat poured down the back of my t-shirt and I momentarily cursed my fashion choice. She's all the names I try to avoid saying to women: cunt, Nappy dugout tramp, asshat, once-a-month-bleeding-hoe, cock burger happy meal with a side of herpe fries, Scarred-and-diseased-infected-Snatch, etc I dnf'd the book at 75%. A quick inspection of my cell phone showed me that Kellan had turned it off sometime last night.
The sheets wrapped around us were the finest linens I'd ever slept in, but their luxuriousness paled in comparison to the man beside me. The book was so personal, I almost wasn't sure if I could let anyone else read it. While his face clearly said, screw me later, that wasn't what was in his heart. His face was perfect-the angle of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the fullness of his lips. His body flush to mine was hard and unyielding.
As Kellan eyed the crowd, I watched Griffin try to get a couple of girls to lift their shirts. It's true, don't make that face at me. She has insecurities and sees herself as average at best, though she clearly is a very pretty girl. I'm not expecting it to be an easy read, but I am so very happy to get to spend more time with my beautiful book boyfriend!! If you were a Travis fan then I think Kellan is his long last brother!! Both books have a male lead who is a lady- killer, able to bag any woman he wants, and often does. I shook my head, wishing my sister, Anna, hadn't been at her photo shoot for the Hooters calendar today, so she could, maybe, attempt to keep her pseudo-boyfriend in line.
He'd had the horror story childhood that would have had most people running straight for booze and drugs. The emotional poison my parents had injected into me had left its mark, but I had a good thing going here now, and the band was a large reason for my changed attitude toward the city. While his face clearly said, screw me later, that wasn't what was in his heart. He has a new girl in his bed every night. When he started to beg and fall over Keira he made me want to drop kick him. Kellan appeared to live as simply as he dressed. Of course, I completely understood.
Leaning my head against the cool porcelain, more memories flooded my brain. Matt was his normal, contained self, acknowledging the fan fest with a small smile and a slight wave. I could not bear to be without that boy's goofy grin. Desire filled me for this warm, beautiful man beneath me, and I ran my fingers down his chest and slipped them under his shirt, to feel his smooth skin. The characters were so raw and real that I felt every ounce of happiness and heartache right along with them. All he recognised was the uncontrollable draw that he felt when he was around her — she was his siren.
Denny noticed me watching the two of them play and gave me a wink as I sighed happily and went back to my work. Only getting lost twice, we eventually made it back home in one piece. But Griffin is through waiting for permission to shine. And even though Denny had managed to make his car surp risingly cozy, it was still a car, and I was dreaming of an actual bed. I loathe her with a fucking passion. I loved every heart-breaking minute of it.
They treat each other badly. She says she loves her boyfriend and when he took a job for 2 years in another city she flips out and dumps him. It doesn't get any better than that. I knew that at any moment he was going to rush to that microphone and the awaiting crowd was going to scream ear-splittingly loud. It never ceased to bring me some small sliver of joy, as weird as that was. Glancing back at me, her blonde ponytail lightly flicking my face, she shrugged.
The contentment in his eyes was nearly palpable. I wanted to kick her, punch her, ram her into a wall head first. Although so common in life, they still hold a great potential in regards to writing a story about one. Crying out in unison as we came together. With only my eyes, I tried to look around the unfamiliar room. They were going to take a while to accept this union. It was never discussed among our little foursome, but it was a known-from-birth fact, that my sister and I would be attending and graduating Ohio University.
I guess that explains why we hadn't had any interruptions. I just finished it and have a huge bittersweet ache in my heart and a lump in my throat. His eyes were warm and a deep, dark brown and were currently turned in my direction to sparkle at me. Smiling, I stretched my tight limbs and placed my palm over the wandering fingers. Playfully being pushed back onto his bed. His arms were covered in bright, colorful tattoos, like an art mural, and he flew through the complicated drum patterns effortlessly, while scanning the crowd with a big grin on his face. His shirt was just a basic gray tee, with the long sleeves pushed back to the elbow.