"This is my choice, and I choose you, Donatella. I don't need immortality. You're my forever."
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“Stop taking on my burdens!”
“I can’t! They’re my burdens now, too! Because I can’t live without you anymore. Because I don’t want you in prison, Devon. I want you out here, with me, for as long as I can fucking have you. Because… Because you’re a piece of shit asshole from Garron Park with a loud mouth and have the ability to piss me off like none other… and you’re exactly what I want. What I need. So be pissed at me all you want, Devon. But I’d do it again. I’d do it every fucking time because I’m falling for you, you dumb fuck.”
‘Just because you like one thing about a person, you don’t need to like everything about them.
And just because you don’t like one thing about a person, it doesn’t mean the person as a whole isn’t worth your time.'
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Over the years, I've learned that instead of forcing myself to keep going, I can be honest and clear about when I need to end the conversation. We've been together long enough that I can say, "I want to keep talking about this, but I need to hit pause. I'm not thinking clearly anymore."
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They go on and on. The audience are watching the two titans clash with gaped mouths. Even the president doesn’t dare to say anything.
Me on the other hand? I’m done watching two sociopaths trying to outsmart one another.
As Asher goes on and on about legal texts and whatnot, I squeeze Aiden’s hand and whisper, “I’m tired. Let’s go home.”
He doesn’t even stop to consider it.
Still clutching my hand, he stands, taking me up with him and cuts off Asher. “My wife needs to rest.”
“Loser,” Asher mutters.
Aiden smirks. “I’m taking a rain check.”
“I’ll be here,” Asher calls to our backs as we head to the door. “Now, where was I?”
He launches into a long, one-sided argument.
“Why are you even friends with him?” I ask as soon as we’re alone.
“Because he’s fun, sweetheart. We need fun people who aren’t politically correct.”
“You mean sociopaths.”
“Every society needs old-fashioned villains.”
So when it comes down to a specific answer, it’s easy. “Everything,” I say.
“Everything?” she asks, voice laced with confusion.
“Your passion, your darkness, your fire, and even your damn stubbornness. I find all of them sexy and there isn’t a thing I would change about you. So yes, everything.”
Her lips part and her eyes soften with deep affection before she turns her gaze away as if hiding her reaction.
“You’re touched, aren’t you?” I poke her arm.
“Shut up.” Her cheeks turn crimson.
I smile. “Pay me back, sweetheart.”
“Pay you back?”
“Yeah. Tell me what you like most about me.”
“No.”
It’s my turn look at her twice. “No?”
She lifts her chin in defiance, eyes glinting. “It’s a secret.”
“You don’t get to keep secrets from me.”
“Yes, I do.” She lay her head on my arm. “I can’t have you lose interest in me.”
“Believe me, that will never happen.”
“Still no. You need a challenge, remember? I’ll be that challenge and more.”
I smile to myself. This is why Elsa is one a kind. This is why she’ll always be mine.
No one understands me as much as she does.