Winter Renshaw Quotes

I don't fuck women I'm not in love with. Women I barely know. It's not who I am. It's not who I've ever been," he says, his hands gliding down my sides and cupping my ass.

"But you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen Aidy. And there's something different about you. And if I can't be inside of you in the next three seconds, I'm going to fucking snap.

and slip my arm over her shoulders. She fits under me just perfectly. "I

We have a history," I say, "that no one can take from us. No matter what happened in the past, no matter what happens from here, it can't take away from the good thing we had. You were my first love, Demi. You only get one.

The sound of a cell phone chiming at her desk seems to make her ears perk, and her eyes graze past my shoulders. She's like a dog that's been classically conditioned to react at the sound of a text message notification.

I trust you, and I know you trust your contact. For one million dollars and three months of my time, I'll screw pretty much anyone.

What? Am I supposed to be damaged? Bitter? My father was an asshole. He was a decent enough father. I mean, he got the job done all right. But he was a shitty husband. Mom was better off without him." I put the bread away and grab a container of butter from the bottom of the bag. "It was hard on us after he left, but we persevered. We got through it together. And I'd be doing a disservice to myself and everything I've been through if I automatically assumed every man is a cheating scumbag like my father.

been a loyal agent to this

We wasted almost an entire decade apart. I don't want to go another day without you in my life. I've had a life without you. I don't want to go back to that.

Fuck it.
Those lips belong to me.
They always have.
They always will.

There's rebellion in my marrow. We all have it. Most of us, if we've any wits about us, keep it hidden from the rest of the world. We ignore the way it calls our name when no one's around, and then every so often, it asks us to dance when it's sure no one's watching. Jensen

I'll just tuck that in my pocket for another day, because I'm a woman and that's what we do. We save stuff for later, in case we need it sometime. And with men, we always end up cashing in that chip. They're just as moody as we are, though they'll never admit it in a million years.

In Ted Bundy's defense," I string together four words I never thought I'd utter in all of my life, "I don't think anyone ever asked him if he was a serial killer. You know, not when they were first getting friendly with him.

My hands clench at my sides. I cannot adequately express how tickled I am to know that I wasted four years pursuing a business degree at Oregon State so I could scan and file papers while my incompetent twenty-four-year-old boss supervises.

I'm not sure whether to be flattered or offended, so I decide to be both.

He scoffs. "I fucking bought this house. You did nothing but sign a piece of paper."

My teeth grind, and I point at my chest. "I did nothing? Really? Nothing? I didn't give birth to two of your children? I didn't sacrifice my career? I didn't keep your house while you were running off behind my back fucking that fake-breasted skeleton?"

I see red and my body is on fire. Everything burns. My eyes. My chest. My lips. I can't even feel my face. Every cell in body buzzes. I've never felt more alive. If this is what Saige was talking about when she said anger is healthy, then I'll have to let her know, once again, that she was right because this feels fan-fucking-tastic.

Tradition is for the weak.

Happily-ever-afters and everything little girls dream of. He was a cool breeze on a hot day. Electric kisses and mischievous firsts. An addiction I couldn't get out of my system.

Anyway, it's like when Kate Hudson was hooking up with that Jonas brother. It was kind of weird at first and then we all got used to it and nobody gave it a second thought. If anything, people applauded her because she's not afraid to go after what she wants. And she really wanted that cute little Jonas brother.