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206 pages, Paperback
First published April 25, 2015
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what? Amazing?”
“Yeah… amazing.”
I felt cherished. I felt. And it felt like perfection.
“Listen to me for one fucking second, okay?”
I also whispered, but only because he was whispering, “Only if you stop using the f-word like you get paid royalties every time you say it.”
“I’ll fucking use whatever fucking word I want to fucking use whenever I fucking want to.”
“We can’t change the past. But we can change how much importance we allow it to have over our future.”
“It was my song.
It was mine and its lack of rationality was seductive. I loved it. It was beautiful to me.
Prudence, practicality, good judgment, reasonableness, rationality, realism…”
“If I keep giving in while we’re in the moment then none of this has meaning.”
“I want it to have meaning, Parker. And I’m fine with waiting for some things but I still need to touch you.”
“He tasted me over and over; wet, lapping sounds that struck me as tremendously carnal married with my harsh breaths and moans. The combined sounds were discordant, awkward, and clumsy; and yet like accidental and inharmonious sounds of the piano as he pressed me against the keys, the sounds were real and they were honest.
They were the sounds of sex, of desire.”
“Under the burden of his scorching gaze I attempted to remind myself of my feminist ideals, that I was not put on this earth to be attractive to men.
But those ideals felt really faraway, maybe a little naive, and a lot inconvenient.”
“Just because I’m not ready to take the next in the physical intimacy pyramid doesn’t mean I’m afraid to be seen.”
Shocked, stunned, surprised, bewildered, confused, bemused, befuddled.
“I was proud of my family, but their accomplishments were not my accomplishments, their ambitions were not my ambitions.”
“Martin, I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want us to be—”
“Smart. You always want to be smart and do the right thing. But the problem is, Parker… I just want you.”
“Darn, damn, damnit, shoot, gosh, darn it, heck.”
"But you are terrified, Kaitlyn. Everything is logical discussions with you, everything is so reasonable and analytical. Don't you feel passionate about anything?"
“Why do people care about each other? What is attraction? I can’t give you a list of reasons why I react to you like I do. This isn’t an equation to balance. You’re the one I’m always thinking about. It’s you. It just is.”
“I like you because you are Kaitlyn (…) And I’m in love with you because I can’t help myself.”
“He tasted me over and over; wet, lapping sounds that struck me as tremendously carnal married with my harsh breaths and moans. The combined sounds were discordant, awkward, and clumsy; and yet like accidental and inharmonious sounds of the piano as he pressed me against the keys, the sounds were real and they were honest. They were the sounds of sex, of desire.”
No. I want all of this to matter. I want it to last.
“We can't change the past. But we can change how much importance we allow it to have over our future.”
“I’m not going to magically think I’m beautiful or perfect or talented just because you do. I have to get there for myself.”
“If I base my self-worth on someone else’s opinion or view of me, then I will also base my lack of worth on that person’s opinion as well.”
“Never accept less than his best."