You're everything I write about in songs, but can never have." -J... by Abbi Glines

You're everything I write about in songs, but can never have." -Jax

Abbi Glines

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Things worth having don't come easy," Woods said. "You have to fight for it until you're tired of fighting, and then you take a breather and fight some more." He squeezed my shoulder. "Don't give up. You'll regret it.

giving-up regret inspiration

As the music played over the speakers and the waterfall in the pool filled the silence around us, I knew that without a doubt I had just been ruined.

waterfalls silence doubt

Well, let's see, I found out Pagan has low blood sugar and becomes a complete b--witch if she doesn't eat a candy bar during a stressful moment.

sugar bars blood

If hearts could shatter, mine just did. by Abbi Glines

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

mines ifs heart

And let her think I don't care she's with you? No can do. She nee... by Abbi Glines

And let her think I don't care she's with you? No can do. She needs to know what I want

care needs thinking

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me. by Abbi Glines

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.

breathe might

She'd barely covered up her long, tan legs in a pair of shorts that made me want to go to church on Sunday just to thank God for creating her. - Beau

covered-up creating sunday

Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want... by Abbi Glines

Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.

forgive-me forgiving want

The love she left behind will be the reason dreams are reached. She was the rock in a world that was crumbling. Her strength will remain. It’s in our hearts.

rocks dream heart

Talk. We are going to talk first. I want to see you smile and laugh. I want to know what your favorite show was when you were a kid and who made you cry at school and what boy band you hung posters of on your wall. Then I want you naked in my bed again.

wall kids school

You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be... and trust me I've thought about it. A lot.

naked bed beautiful

Don't walk out of here. I can't lose you. by Abbi Glines

Don't walk out of here. I can't lose you.

loses i-can walks

The fact I want...no, I need for us to be exclusive until we part... by Abbi Glines

The fact I want...no, I need for us to be exclusive until we part ways when we head off to college

college want needs

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what... by Abbi Glines

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

curls dark hands

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent by Abbi Glines

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent

sawyer tents

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?” I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice. “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.

kissing voice knowing

No. Don't you do this to us. by Abbi Glines

No. Don't you do this to us.

I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.

mary letting-you-go trying

For the first time, the object of what I want is more important t... by Abbi Glines

For the first time, the object of what I want is more important than fulfilling my desires.

important want desire

Let her arm go and pray she has no bruise,” a familiar voice said in a low angry tone. I shuddered from relief at the sound of his voice. Trey released my arm and shrugged, grinning. “I just wanted an oyster, and she wouldn’t serve me.” I opened my mouth to protest when the warm fingers holding my arm softly squeezed me for reassurance. So, I stayed quiet. “Jason, please escort your friend to the door. I have no other reason to speak with him unless Sadie has a bruise or any lasting marks from his hands, and then he will see me again.

oysters doors hands