Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world. Why?
I’d lick you numb, Mariah. You have no idea the things I’m capable of.
Who loves you, Warren Valentine?” She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or abandons.
I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.”“It would be equally as delicious.
I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking your wife.
My head is in a world of hurt. My apartment is trashed. At the end of today, I could either be dating the girl who saves my family’s future or is going to be the ending of it. When did life get so damn complicated?
I don’t want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name.
I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter with a note that says, “cook your own dinner and suck your own dick.
I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don’t bother to look any longer. I look. I can see them.
Mew – mew. Mew.” I jump back from her finger swipes. “I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking means, Georgia.