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To unravel me11/23/2023 ![]() Decisions that might involve choosing between Juliette has to make life-changing decisions between what she wants and In this exhilarating sequel to Shatter Me, Or from Warner, who wants Juliette more than she ever thought possible. With gifts-and it is also the headquarters of the rebel resistance.įinally free from The Reestablishment, free from their plan to use herĪs a weapon, and free to love Adam. I can't understand why I can still hear him speaking because I'm dead, I'm already dead, I've died over and over and over again.Has escaped to Omega Point. Because you never," he says, he breathes, "never want me to stop. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me. I want to be worth your time." His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says "I want this up." He tugs on the waist of my pants and says "I want these down." He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, "I want to feel your skin on fire. "I do want to be your friend." He says "I want to be your best friend in the entire world." I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me." I feel his chest rising, falling, up and down and up and down and "Yes," he says. "I want to know where to touch you," he says. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body, Juliette-" "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to be that kind of friend," he says. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. "I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. He nods and I register the slight movement in the air between us. I've never pretended I wanted anything less." I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you." He says it like it's a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey and he says "It's never been a secret. "Juliette," he says and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he's pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death. I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster.” His nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay and He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind andhe’s looking at me like something has brokeninside of him, like he’s woken up to find that I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away. The taste of him is making me crazy he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. ![]() It’s sweet, it’sĭesperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.” I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers Breathingīetween us and he’s so close, he’s so close and I can’t feel my legs anymore. Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion. You can't find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you're not enough never enough never ever enough. Loneliness is an old friend stand beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You doubt you doubt you doubt.Īnd even when you're ready to let go. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. It's a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe. It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep.
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