This week we've had some of the best practices all year. We've been focusing a lot on maintaining a strong press on the perimeter and I think this will dramatically improve our defense for the weekend.

No matter what happened, he was Dex and I was Perry and that combination only led to trouble.

And what is I was only supposed to burn for a certain amount of time?" I whispered. "What if I was only meant to shine for a while?"

"Then you truly don't know what stars are meant to do."

I looked at him in wonder.

"They are meant to give us hope in the face of infinity".

André read me even when I was silent. He saw all of me, and he still wanted me. He thought I was beautiful. It was not only something he said, often; it was in his eyes when he watched me undress, whether I was filthy and tired after an afternoon’s work in the garden, or had seduction on my mind. It was in the way he moved around me, considerate and proud, both in public and in private. Or in the way he touched me, as if I were a precious piece of art. He was the only one who could make my body lose itself completely in someone else’s caresses. With him I could let go, fall, and rise again on waves of desire, unafraid of exposing myself at my most vulnerable where the mind trips over the edge of lust and throws the body into the depths of fulfilment.

This damn ring had derailed her life. No wonder Gollum had gone insane.

Fucking Little Fifteen Ada Palomino throwing change at a hotdog vendor and trying to catch up with Maximus, all long limbs and bad eye makeup. What the actual fuck?