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Her response came at 2 AM, after he'd left the party, after he'd driven home, after he'd sat in his car in the driveway afraid to go inside, afraid to be alone with the need he'd confessed. I know, she sent. I need you too. Sometimes. Not always. Not the way you need me, maybe. But— The dots, then: But I'm here. The door is open. The need is messy on both sides. That's not nothing. That's the whole thing. He read it three times. Saved it. Added it to the archive, the documentation, the history of his falling apart that was also becoming. I'm trying, he typed back. To be the guy who needs and doesn't destroy. Who rages and doesn't become his father. Who loves you and lets you become without h

"What matters is what you need. What matters is that you feel safe and wanted and seen." I shook my head. "I don't even know what I need anymore. I just know that when you touch me softly, I feel empty. And when I think about Knox, about the way he touched me, I feel..." "What?" I swallowed hard. "I feel like that's all I deserve. Like that's the only way I can be wanted." He reached out and took my hand. His grip was firm. Grounding. "That's the lie he put in your head," he said. "And I'm going to help you unlearn it. But I need you to tell me what you need. Even if it's hard. Even if it scares you."

About the way she looked at me when she thought no one was watching. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly I could barely breathe. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her forget about everyone else. I wanted to be the only one she thought about, the only one she needed. But she did not need me. She needed him. She needed a boy who had not done anything to deserve her. She needed someone who had not hurt her. Someone who had not lied to her. Someone who had not used her.

Get over yourself, girl. “Wait a minute.” Santiago got to his feet slowly, his right hand still cradling his glass of whiskey as he faced his unexpected visitor fully. Her features were similar to those of many of the young women he’d been with; long, dark brown hair, an arched nose, a sculpted face, smooth, tanned skin, average height, and a petite body shape… all crowned with an overall stunning beauty.

Every need. She's mine.

The household had given her the need worth responding to and the person worth noticing and the full self that responding had built. She thought: we have all been giving each other something the other needed without knowing that was what was happening. That is what the book is about, underneath the plot. That is what I wrote in one paragraph for Clare: people whose instincts are compatible, who make sense to each other in the specific ways that make living together possible rather than merely tolerable. * * *

he asked softly, “makes your soul light up when you think about it?” She blinked. The air shifted. Something in her chest uncoiled. He went on, “Not what your foundation needs. Not what the team expects. Not even what the girls deserve. Just... you. What do you want?” The question wasn’t heavy. It was liberating. And for the first time that day, she stopped thinking—and felt. “The book,” she answered without hesitation. Owen smiled. Not with pride, but with understanding. “Then say yes to the book.”

"NEED" "YOU"

Ready, in case I need him. And before in life, I would have felt suffocated by it, but now it gives me this feeling of safety. He's within arms reach in case I need him. Being this needy person is something new to me, I had made it my mission to never need anyone. And now I can't even be away from his presence for more than mere hours. I really need him close. And the fact that this is not a problem for him at all makes this so much easier. I don't feel defective. I feel like I have the right to need him. And he has made it fundamentally clear, over and over again.

I need her. When she kisses me again, it’s a new kind of hunger. Not just desire. This is raw, urgent, something that’s been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to explode. My hands move to her back, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine. She’s not pulling away, and neither am I. I need this. I need her. More than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.