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Oh, Eva." He Rubbed His Cheek Against My Damp Face. "i Must've Wished For You So Hard And So Often You Had No Choice But To Come True.

I Had Never Seen Hair That Purely Black. It Was Glossy And Slightly Long, The Ends Drifting Over His Collar. That Sexy Length Was The Crowning Touch Of Bad Boy Hotness Over The Successful Businessman, Like Whipped Cream Topping On A Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae. As My Mother Would Say, Only Rogues And Raiders Had Hair Like That." (eva About Gideon)

The Only Way I'm Keeping My Hands Off Her Is If I'm Dead. Find Another Way To Fix Us.

Contentment And Happiness Didn't Exist In My Life For More Than A Few Moments At A Time, And They Were Really Only Illusionary. There Was Always Something Hidden. Lying In Wait To Spring Up And Ruin Everything.

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.