Twisted Lies

To everyone whose favorite color is morally gray.

You will always be my first, last and only love.

Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn’t just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died.

I thought you don’t believe in love,” I teased.“You’re right. That was the wrong word … Because love is ordinary. Mundane. And you, Stella … You’re extraordinary.

I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.

The calm to my chaos, the silence to my storm.

My dream is to be with you. And my biggest fear is losing you. You will always be my first, last, and only love.

The day I met you,” he said. “Was the luckiest day of my life. You’ve always been the brightest part of my world, Butterfly. And you always will be.”The depth of emotion in his words stung my eyes. “You don’t strike me as a guy who believes in luck.“I believe in everything when it comes to you.

Sometimes, all we needed was the knowledge someone somewhere cared about us.

If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.

Butterfly?”Beautiful. Elusive. Hard to catch.

I love you. So fucking much.”I thought saying those words for the first time would feel strange.They didn’t.They felt like they’d been waiting to find their home all these years and found it in her.

I would never make it to heaven, but that didn’t matter as long as she ruled beside me in hell.  Stella was made to be my queen.

If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly. “You’d never doubt again.

Touch her for any reason other than to save her life, and you die.

Careful, Stella.” His low warning pulsed between my legs. “I’m not the gentleman you think I am.”… My reply fought it’s way past my dry throat. “I don’t think you’re a gentleman at all.”A slow, lazy smile tugged at his lips. “Smart girl.

I’ve never wanted someone more, and I’ve never hated myself more for it.

The day people stopped thinking they could change someone who didn’t want to be changed was the day fewer hearts got broken.

But hurting Stella? There was no crime greater than that in my book.

My breath grazed her cheek as I slid my palm over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm. “I’m not a jealous man, Stella. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they’re with, and yet…” My fingers glided down to her wrist. “I’m jealous of every person you smile at…” A brush over her fingers. “Every laugh I don’t hear…” My touch dipped to her knee and made a slow, languorous journey up her thigh. “Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your lips. It. Is. Maddening.

But you’re not the villain you think you are, either

That’s right. And for the record…” I tapped my phone screen. “You need followers with better taste if they’re choosing a unicorn over me. I’m wearing Brioni, for fuck’s sake.

I will always be here if you need me, no matter how far in distance or time. I don’t care if we’re on different continents or if it’s five, fifty years in the future. I never want you to wake up and feel like you’re alone because you’re not. You’ll always have me.

Despite what I’d said about love being a drug, Stella was my greatest high.

No wonder his name was Christian. He had a major God complex.

You downplay your accomplishments as ordinary when you would hail them as extraordinary on anyone else.

Because I don’t want to be jailed for murder if anyone touches a hair on your head.

Trying and failing is better than not trying at all.

I’m a doctor, and I still can’t find a medical reason for why girls always have to use the bathroom at the same time,” I heard Josh muse as we left. “You’re an idiot,” Alex said.

If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly. “You’d never doubt again.” Curiosity and something infinitely sweeter and more dangerous fluttered to life in my heart. “How do other people see me?” Christian’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “Like you’re the most beautiful, most remarkable thing they’ve ever seen.