My name is different every month—Brandy, Honey, Amy…sometimes Joe doesn't even bother to ask—but he never fails to arouse me with his body, his mouth, his touch, no matter what I'm called or where he picks me up. The sex is always amazing, always leaves me itching for more in those long weeks... read more
“"They were all you, to me. All of them were you."”
Right and wrong, good and bad, the lines are blurred when it comes to matters of the heart. Anyone who has never felt that has no right to judge, and anyone who ever has won’t have to.Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
There are many things I don’t know, but quite a few I do. I know you can’t be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
Memory can refuse to let you forget what you’d like to and run away with what you want to remember. It’s an unreliable bitch, or your best friend. Sometimes, it’s both at once.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
How the simple need for touch could obliterate rationale, how the desire for passion could override everything else.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
But when you’re mad, bad and dangerously in love, many things seem excusable that normally wouldn’t.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
It’s easier to keep being what you are, even if the only person who expects you to be it is yourself.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
It takes work and compromise to keep even an untested marriage strong,Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
but sometimes it’s the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
That the emotional infidelity was as real as if I’d gone to bed with him, and perhaps worse because merely sating a physical need was one thing but the inevitability of what was happening was something else, entirely.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
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