She disliked me. But she worshipped my brother. He didn’t see her, not really. Not like I did.
When you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. Because all I could do was swallow.
Alex the waiter was on my Spank Naughty list in third place, right after Henry Calvill the actor, then Henry Calvill as Superman. He was proof that God existed, and that God loved straight women.
Each marriage is a living thing, just as complex as the two individuals within it.
I didn’t like trusting, I didn’t like setting greater than mild expectations,
I didn’t tell her, because I didn’t think it would help, but all people are lost, to varying degrees. I suspected that it’s only when we love others—through purpose, friendship, romance, or any combination thereof—that we become found.
Where I’m from,” Tom tilted his head to the side, “they call your kind a hipster or a lumbersexual, with the beard and flannel and such.”Without missing beat, Jethro responded, “Ah. See, where I’m from, they call my kind a man.
I didn’t like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself.
Elizabeth called it my mane of hair; I called it my bane of hair. However, it was far worse looking when it was short, sticking straight up or out at awkward angles; at least when it was long it almost obeyed gravity.
And you are more than the mistakes of your youth. You are more than the label you’ve been assigned by people who might love you, but don’t really know who you are anymore.
I had reclusive tendencies for a reason, I couldn’t be trusted to live in the world and make decisions on my own.
And his eyes. Don’t get me started on his eyes. Just . . . don’t. I can’t even with this guy. So. Gorgeous. They held an invitation as well, a twinkly, heated, mesmerizing invitation. And I wanted to RSVP so hard.
My upstairs brain and my downstairs brain engaged in a game of risk and it was downstairs’ turn to roll the dice.
I might have been a little mesmerized for a moment as I took in the sight of her shapely backside. It was incredible. I just wanted to spank it and bite it and worship it and completely fucking defile it.
The protector inside me was frowning while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee.
I loved begging him, following his rules. I loved the freedom I found in complete capitulation.
Be beautiful for yourself, Janie. And only if you want to. If a man is worthy of you, he’ll see more beauty in who you are than in what you look like.
Furthermore, I preferred to only have cravings I could satisfy without the requirement or assistance of another person. This was, after all, the definition of self-reliance.
I hated longing. I hated it almost as much as I hated pining. It sapped the mind of good judgment, filled the heart with achiness, and distracted the vagina from other potential conquests.
Why do you look like that, Duane?””Like what, Cletus?””Like your heart is diseased.