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Things I Wanted to Say, But Never Did
by Monica Murphy
There is just something that completely captivated me into Whit and Summer’s world. From the very first page to that last, I was devouring every word and couldn’t get enough. Two people with darkness all around them, inside of them, who hate each other, find themselves undeniably drawn together. Unexplainable, unwanted, but no idea how to stop. Toxic, sexy, degrading, passionate, unbelievable chemistry. I never wanted it to end.
“Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth, struggling a little. I think he likes it. I sort of like it too. His strength. How I’m too weak to break free. What does this say about me? I’m sick. Twisted. Weird. I’ve always had a what I call ‘the darkness.’ I’ve never met someone who acts like he has it too.”
“I don’t trust her. Something about her sets me on edge. But, of course, I don’t trust anyone. Not anymore. Once you’ve been burned so many times, it’s hard to let down your guard.”
“Do I scare you?” he whispers. Deciding to be truthful, I nod. “Good,” he breathes across my lips, his mouth so close to mine, I can feel it more when he talks. “Because you scare me too.”
“Stay quiet,” he demands. I do my best to obey. But oh God, it’s so difficult. His mouth is the finest torture I’ve ever experienced.”
“I wanted to make her hurt, because I was in pain and no one saw it. No one ever sees it.”
“I’d rather have him be mean toward me than act like I don’t matter to him. Ambivalence is the worst feeling you could ever have for someone, and i tuning that’s what Whit has for me. It’s awful.”
“I’ve owned you since you were fourteen,” he whispers, his voice dark. Stirring up all the dark things buried deep inside of me. “You’ve been in my head ever since that night, you know. Haunting me. No one else could ever measure up.”
“Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth, struggling a little. I think he likes it. I sort of like it too. His strength. How I’m too weak to break free. What does this say about me? I’m sick. Twisted. Weird. I’ve always had a what I call ‘the darkness.’ I’ve never met someone who acts like he has it too.”
“I don’t trust her. Something about her sets me on edge. But, of course, I don’t trust anyone. Not anymore. Once you’ve been burned so many times, it’s hard to let down your guard.”
“Do I scare you?” he whispers. Deciding to be truthful, I nod. “Good,” he breathes across my lips, his mouth so close to mine, I can feel it more when he talks. “Because you scare me too.”
“Stay quiet,” he demands. I do my best to obey. But oh God, it’s so difficult. His mouth is the finest torture I’ve ever experienced.”
“I wanted to make her hurt, because I was in pain and no one saw it. No one ever sees it.”
“I’d rather have him be mean toward me than act like I don’t matter to him. Ambivalence is the worst feeling you could ever have for someone, and i tuning that’s what Whit has for me. It’s awful.”
“I’ve owned you since you were fourteen,” he whispers, his voice dark. Stirring up all the dark things buried deep inside of me. “You’ve been in my head ever since that night, you know. Haunting me. No one else could ever measure up.”