“Whatever we had is over. It died the minute I walked downstairs and realized the world I’d always known was a lie.- Blaire Wynn”

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

Girl, there ain’t a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.

He wasn’t what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

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

Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.

Last night I’d made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.” Shrugging, I returned her smile. “They’re heard to resist.” “Don’t I know it.”

Things happen in life and you can’t control them. It sucks and you have to move on.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

Sometimes the answer we need is in our heart. We just have to listen to it.

I ain’t the only old woman looking. I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it. The others just hire the boy to cut their grass so they can sit at the window and drool.

It didn’t mean forever but for right now I wanted Rush to be my first. He wouldn’t be my last. A stop I might never forget or get over. That was what scared me the most. Not being able to move on.