Anyone ever tell you you’re an incredible kisser?
His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.
Do you sleep naked?
He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless – and shockingly handsome – alter ego.” “And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph. “Is that a Freudian slip?” His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
Arrogance can be deadly.
Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.
Think they have any bras in here that can get my babies to lie flat? They’re called sports bras and they have a nasty side effect called the uni-boob.
She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying.
If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn’t hesitate. But I’m left with one choice, and that’s to stand by your side through the end. I won’t waver, Angel, I can promise you that. -Patch to Nora.
I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled ? Jerk ? on the first line. On the line beneath it I added, ? Smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon.
Girl, I’m going to show you the bear in hug.
Hey now, none of that. You know I don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
What I really wanted was the impossible.
I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
There’s a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I’ve lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.
His words filled my heart to the brim. I loved him in a way I’d never be able to express in words. He was part of me. And I was part of him. Tethered together for the rest of eternity.
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.