It was her turn to hold him up.

Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I__ a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I had nothing to give him beside myself and my heart and he denied me.

Don__ cry,__ he breathed out so very close to my face. Just a little closer and I__ feel his lips ghosting against mine. __t__ like a punch in my guts when you cry.__ __ou shouldn__ touch me,__ I said, but despite my words, I didn__ try to move away from his touch. A tear ran to my upper lip and I tasted it with the very tip of my tongue. Nolan__ eyes darkened when he followed it, not straying from my mouth. I could see goosebumps over his skin on his neck and on his forearms. __olan?

Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you__e mine.

For what it__ worth___e rose from his seat, moved around the table and bent over her, whispering in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek_ __ like you better in a pair of worn jeans, and I think you deserve someone who appreciates what he__ got. Not someone out to have a good time.

He gently sucked on my lower lip, biting it carefully with his teeth. It sent tingles all over my body and I had to hold on to his strong shoulders, firm under my fingers. I opened my mouth and tugged once on his lip ring. What happened next was the best sound I had ever heard before. He groaned so deeply that I couldn__ keep my answering moan quiet.