"Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare."
~Brené Brown
"I think we should say our 'thank you' so these people can leave. I am already exhausted," laments Rogue bitterly and I wonder how he got here so fast as well as wonder how long I've been staring into space.
I smile and turn to see him wearing a long look on his face and I press my lips together, trying desperately to suppress my laughter. He shoots a glare at me and I know he would have wiped the smile off my face if he could.
"That smile won't be on your face when I'm eating you out later." He grind his threat out in menace.
My cheeks heat up at his words, and weakening shivers run
