Maybe I shouldn't trust him after all, just like he doesn't seem to trust me fully. Shit, is it always so hard to get close to someone?

— Stephanie Witter

My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn't my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little scar on his left eyebrow. It was Gabriel Green, known to me as Gabe the douche bag. Great!

— Stephanie Witter

No." I pulled away just enough to lock my eyes with his. His crooked smile sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were a deep blue darkening more as the minutes passing between us were getting hotter. "I will be the one using you, and you'll love every second, every breath, every stroke and every fucking inch of me," he said, his lips ghosting above mine.

— Stephanie Witter

Quietly, under my breath, I mumbled a name, and it wasn’t the name of the girl waiting in the other room. In my mind I pictured Brooklyn’s sounds as she came, and I jerked in my hand, coming and coming. Something had to give.

— Stephanie Witter

Sex or sleep? What will it be, Lila?

— Stephanie Witter

Take a table, and I’ll join you in a second.’’ When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing. I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.

— Stephanie Witter

Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal." There's nothing to say." He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?

— Stephanie Witter

Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke

— Stephanie Witter

There’s only so much a man can survive and as fucking weak as it sounds, I reached my limits when Skye disappeared. —Duke

— Stephanie Witter

The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skye’s beautiful face all bruised up. In the end, I can’t even give her what she’s rightfully asking. A kiss. Just a fucking kiss on her lips. Even that I’m unable to do. It’d be pathetic if our situation and our past weren’t so tragic. I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke swirling in the room only lit by the moonlight. — Duke

— Stephanie Witter