“turned around, wrapping my arms around myself, chilled from the early morning breeze that blew through the open window. Hayden lay sprawled out on his stomach with one leg hanging off the bed. He had had another nightmare last night, one that shook him so deep he woke up thinking he was back in the desert during the war. I carefully crawled over him, pulling the sheet up to his waist. In his sleep, he reached out for me, wrapping his arm around my side. I wiggled close to him, tracing his tattoos with my finger until I drifted back to sleep. * * * “Riss,” Hayden said an hour later. “We need to workout.” I pretended to be asleep. I was comfortable and didn’t want to get up, let alone get up and do physical work. Not yet at least. “Riss,” he repeated. The closet door closed. “Get up. We have the new A1s with us today.” Begrudgingly, I opened my eyes. Hayden stood by the bed wearing black athletic shorts and a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He had an iPod in his hand. “I’m up,” I grumbled and went to the closet, yanking a tank top off””
Quotes by T. A. Goodwin
“I don't think I have to mention the infringements against the Second Amendment which reads 'A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.' I won’t insult your intelligence today by enumerating the infractions by this administration in violation of the Second Amendment.””
“I look through the crowd of people and somehow see him right away. He looks up at the same time and smiles as soon as our eyes meet.“Hey,” I say when we meet. He stops just inches from me and takes me in his arms, dipping me back a bit for a kiss.“Hey to you too.” He runs his hands over my arms. “What’s this?”“Oh, I got you something.”“You did?”“I got it on a whim. I saw it at a market I walked through and thought”
“You were supposed to leave tonight,” I remind her when we get through the door. Sam’s already here, and I lock the deadbolt behindus.“I’ll stay tonight,” she mumbles, eyelids heavy.“Do you need to call about your flight?”“No. I never scheduled a return flight. I was going to today. The driver…no, the flyer…the…the…”“Pilot.”“Yeah. That guy. He was going to pick me up whenever I was ready.” She scrunches up her nose. “I sound like a rich asshole, don’tI?”“You’re basically Bruce Wayne when he’s trying to convince the world he’s still a billionaire playboy and not a superhero.”“Damn,” she says, not missing a beat. “Hopefully I’m giving more of a Christian Bale performance over Ben Affleck.”“It’s Oscar-worthy.””