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“Careful, that one’s got claws,” Cade offers right as Willa shoves a pointy elbow into his ribs. I grin. “That’s okay. I like having my back scratched.”
“I think I like you because you are a heart-stopping, jaw-dropping type of beautiful.”
“I’m going to ruin you tonight.”
Winter: You never hugged me. Never consoled me. Marina: That’s what the nanny was for.
Little Peter does distinctly sound like a penis.
“I could fucking bury whoever made you believe you’re as unlovable as you seem to think.”
I would rather drink a glass of thumb tacks than watch them interact.
“Watch your fucking tone when you’re talking to the mother of my child.”
Peter and Winter have a lot in common. Prickly on the outside, a little broken on the inside, and in desperate need of someone to hold them.
“Okay, you’re really mad. I get it. It seems like everyone is tonight, so you aren’t being original at all.”
“Because the things I dream about doing to you are horribly unprofessional.”
“Mine will always look a little crooked now. But if that’s the price I had to pay to get your attention . . . I’d break the other one myself.” “Weird. But okay.”
I intended to call you. You needed time to rebuild, and I needed time to grow into someone who deserves you. I was biding my time, being patient.”
“What’s happening is Miss Independent met the treat-her-like-a-princess guy, and she’s freaking out.”
Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Stop overthinking it. Plus, my face is the ride.”
Your ability for reflection shows a type of maturity and strength that not all adults possess.”
“He said, ‘Mom, I met her.’ And I said, ‘Who?’” Loretta’s lips curve up, her eyes taking on a faraway look. “He said, ‘The woman I’m going to marry one day.’”
Winter: Who told you that you’d be taking my dress off? Theo: You haven’t yet, but you will. Winter: Rude. Theo: Rude is me telling you that if you wanted a pearl necklace, I could have given you one. Winter: Extra rude. Theo: I’ll stop being rude when it stops making you turn that pretty pink color.
Maybe I want to be messy with you forever.”
“No, the quality of yours ruined me. Nobody else swallows my cum like it’s Dom Perignon.”
“You’re not an interloper. You’re her dad.”
“That night we were reckless.” His voice cracks. “But god, I’d be reckless with you over and over again if it means ending up here.”
