“To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And
to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost
focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend
because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
(Travis)
“I knew the second I met you that there was something about
you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.”
(Travis)
“I know we're fucked up, alright? I'm impulsive, and hot
tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me
one minute, and then need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't
deserve you...but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I loved anyone
or anything ever. When you're around, I don't need booze, or money, or the
fighting, or the one-night stands... just you.”
(Travis)
“You can’t tell me what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t
belong to you!” In the second it took him to turn and face me, his expression
had contorted into anger. He stomped toward me, planting his hands on the bed
and leaning into my face.
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck bulged as he
shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even flinch. He looked at my lips,
panting. “I belong to you.”
(Abby and Travis)
“You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you
found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without
you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been
waiting for, Pigeon.”
(Travis)
“I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.”
(Text in Travis's tattoos)
“Let me guess, it's the love of your life?" I said
quoting Travis' statement about his motorcycle.
"No, it's a car. The love of my life will be a women
with my last name.”
(Abby and Parker)
“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
(Travis and Abby)
“I don't get scared very often," he said finally.
"I was scared the first morning I woke up and you weren't here. I was
scared when you left me after Vegas. I was scared when I thought I was going to
have to tell my dad that Trent had died in that building. But when I saw you
across the flames in the basement... I was terrified. I made it to the door,
was a few feet from the exit, and I couldn't leave."
"What do you mean? Are you crazy?" I said, my head
jerking up to look into his eyes.
"I've never been so clear about anything in my life. I
turned around, made my way to that room you were in, and there you were.
Nothing else mattered. I didn't even know if we would make it out or not, I
just wanted to be where you were, whatever that meant. The only thing I'm
afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon."
I leaned up, kissing his lips tenderly. When our mouths
parted, I smiled. "Then you have nothing to be afraid of. We're forever.”
(Travis and Abby)
He scanned my face with careful hope in his eyes.
“You love me?”
“It’s the tattoos,” I shrugged.
A wide smile stretched across his face, making his dimple
sink into his cheek.
(Travis and Abby)
“It wasn’t just me, and it wasn’t just him, it was what we
were together that was the exception.”
(Abby)
“It's dangerous to need someone that much. You're trying to
save him and he's hoping you can. You two are a disaster." I smiled at the
ceiling. "It doesn't matter what or why it is. When it's good, Kara...
it's beautiful.”
(America)
I clinked my bottle against his. “To being the only girl a
guy with no standards doesn’t want to sleep with.” I said, taking a swig.
“Are you serious?” he asked, pulling the bottle from my
mouth. When I didn’t recant, he leaned toward me. “First of all… I have
standards. I’ve never been with an ugly woman. Ever. Second of all, I wanted to
sleep with you. I thought about throwing you over my couch fifty different
ways, but I haven’t because I don’t see you that way anymore. It’s not that I’m
not attracted to you, I just think you’re better than that.”
I couldn’t hold back the smug smile that crept across my
face. “You think I’m too good for you.”
He sneered at my second insult. “I can’t think of a single
guy I know that’s good enough for you.”
(Abby and Travis)
“I fucking love you!” He grabbed each side of my face,
slamming his lips against mine. “I love you so much, Pigeon,” he said, kissing
me over and over.
“Just remember that in fifty years when I’m still kicking
your ass in poker,” I giggled.
He smiled, triumphant. “If it means sixty or seventy years
with you, Baby… you have my full permission to do your worst.”
I raised one eyebrow, “You’re gonna regret that.”
“You wanna bet?”
I smiled with as much deviance as I could muster.”
(Travis and Abby)
“Make way! Move it, people! Lets make room for this poor
woman's hideously disfigured, ginormous brain! She's a fucking genius!”
(Travis)
“He was afraid of nothing. Until he'd met me.”
(Abby)
“I'm not your anything," I snapped, glaring up at him.
His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. "You're
my everything.”
(Abby and Travis)
“Abs? What are you, a workout video?" he sneered.
"Pigeon?" I said with the same amount of disdain.
"An annoying bird that craps all over the sidewalk?"
"You like Pigeon," he said defensively. "It's
a dove, an attractive girl, a winning card in poker, take your pick. You're my
Pigeon.”
(Travis and Abby)
“My name’s Travis. Travis Maddox.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know who you are.”
“You do, huh?” Travis said, raising his wounded
eyebrow.
“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s hard not to notice when fifty
drunks are chanting your name. “
Travis sat up a bit taller. “I get that a lot.” I rolled my
eyes again, and Travis chuckled. “Do you have a twitch?”
“A what?”
“A twitch. Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughed again
when I glared at him. “Those are some amazing eyes though,” he said, leaning
just inches from my face.
(Travis and Abby)
“I know you deserve better than me. You think I don’t know
that? But if there was any woman made for me… it’s you. I’ll do whatever I have
to do, Pidge. Do you hear me? I’ll do anything.”
(Travis)
“I don't want to sleep with you, Pidge. I like you too
much.”
(Travis)
I smiled to fight the tears. "Fifty bucks says you'll
be thanking me for this when you meet your future wife."
Travis's eyebrow pulled together as his face fell.
"That's an easy bet. The only woman I'd ever wanna marry just broke my
heart.”
(Abby and Travis)
“It's over. Go home."
His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
(Abby and Travis)
“He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I
said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from
you.”
(Travis)
"Unbelievable. The one girl I want, and she doesn't
want me.”
(Travis)
