You need to decide whether you're willing to risk being hurt, plain and simple. You can go for it and have a wonderful relationship. Or you might go for it and crash and burn brilliantly. It's up to y...
You have eyes that hold me so tightly I could fight for the rest of my life and I’ll never escape.
That sounded like an insult, but he wasn't sure. What's a dillweed? You. You're a dill weed. Well, that cleared things right up.
Promise me if I don’t make you happy, you’ll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though I can be selfish, all I really want is for you to be happy.
Literature wasn’t intended to be about perfect people, it was about flaws, very real and very deep human flaws.
Just what she needed. She was single and pregnant and her nipples had suddenly become supersensitive $luts looking for action.
Jess, I've got no business judging anyone. But I can offer you some advice if you don't mind. Sure. Though my palms start to sweat anticipating what he might say. Never ask someone to tell you who yo...
It’s just my creepy science mind at work. I was thinking how bizarre it is that a parasite is growing in you and will eventually explode from your body through an extremely narrow opening, and yet you...
It wasn’t satisfying to be the one to leave. But it was a lot better than being the one who was left.
Imogen looked at Ty, at the one man who could halt her stone-cold logic and make her just feel.... She needed that, to be caught off guard, to learn to trust her first gut reaction to her emotions. Th...
I mean, it's okay if you're the one with the low sex drive. We'll just have to adjust and learn to accommodate that.
What are you looking at?The woman I love. With all his heart and soul.Reese looked over her shoulder. Where? I don't see any one. Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.
What I'm trying to get you to understand is that I get it that you think of women as fitting into two categories--whores and the Madonna. But I'm neither. I'm just Jessica, somewhere in between, and I...
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit... Suzanne
Ty:It sounds pretty when you say it, but I have no clue what the hell you're talking about.Imogen:It's Shakespeare, she said.Ty:Well, I was pretty sure it wasn't Kenny Chesney.
Trina, what does the fox say? What? Fuck you.
No. I’m only here for one reason. He glanced over at me.
Corbin wanted, quite simply, to die.He had wished for death many times over his long lifespan, but never as fervently as he did while Beth Adams rattled off breastfeeding statistics, her baby sucking...
But there was something about Diesel... it started with his name and ended with his butt.
You make me better, you know that? I’m a fucked-up human being, but you make me better. Promise me if I don’t make you happy, you’ll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because ev...