Addicted To You Becca Ritchie Quotes

I hate that I had to pull out my wallet and buy respect.

you're easily lovable, Loren Hale.

I want to live here. In his arms. Where I know it’s safe.

I try to imagine what type of girl Connor would seek, but she seems unfathomable--like a hazy picture with only her brain showing.

He knew the only way for me to truly fight is if I have something to lose.

I want to love you more than I love this" --he waves his bottle--"and I don't know how else to do it unless there's something to lose.

Coulda, shoulda, woulda

He was right. He won't ever join my club. It's just me. By my lonesome. How it should be. "You ready?" Lo's voice wakes me from my reverie.....And then he nods to me like

I’ve watched Lo become sober. I’ve watched Lily curb a relentless addiction. (I’m proud of you, sis.) I’ve watched Rose blaze her own trail and put fire to stereotypes. I’ve watched Connor fall in love. With more than just himself. I’ve watched Ryke Meadows unclip his shackles and rise again. And me. I’ve discovered who I am.

I know, somewhere deep down, he loves his father. He just doesn't know what type of love it is or even how to process it.

But I can't. Because he's Loren Hale. Because we have a system that cannot be disrupted.

When I was eleven-years-old and tasted my first drop of whiskey, I thought it'd bring me closer to my father. Because I felt empowered. Because I never hit anyone. I never drove. I never lost a fucking job or lost any friends that mattered. Because whenever I drank, I didn't think I was hurting anyone but me

Que él está aquí. Que yo estoy aquí. Que eso es todo lo que necesitamos. Y esa es la mentira más grande

Ella es adicta al sexo. Él es adicto a la bebida. La única forma de salir adelante será tocar fondo

Me pongo los pantalones cortos sin las bragas debajo, una vez más se las queda un hombre sin nombre

Me perdí entre los torsos, buscando el placer en otros lugares, en otras personas.

Puesto que se supone que somos pareja, no debería temer esos ojos color ámbar como si fuera una niña torpe e insegura.

No, Lil. You're the opposite. You're my stability... my home.

He observes me. Every little movement. And my heart speeds. "Is she watching us?" I whisper, wondering why he suddenly looks like he wants to devour me. It's part of our lie, I remind myself. This isn't real. But it feels real. His hands-on me. His warmth on my soft skin. He licks his bottom lip and leans closer to whisper, "In this moment, I'm yours.

I guess the only way to be close to me is to inject yourself in my world because I won't make the move to enter yours. That's horrible, isn't it?

The thing about addiction is that it changes you,' he tells me. 'You don't care about the people you love. All compassion and kindness dissolve in the face of your own wants and needs.