Fall Into You (Morally Gray, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

your man didn’t dump you. He freed you. He did you a favor. Take all that energy back that you’re wasting mourning the relationship and focus it on yourself. A queen doesn’t need the love of the village idiot.”

“That’s being generous. Because any man who’d let a woman like you go is nothing but a little bitch.”

“There’s no such thing as too needy. The wrong person will never be able to meet your needs. Stop giving people grace who make you feel like you’re the problem. And stop holding on to who he pretended to be. He lied.”

It takes a man with a good heart to recognize when he’s the monster in someone else’s story. The courage it takes to break his own heart to save another’s proves he’s not really a monster. He’s a hero. He just wants to think of himself as the bad guy so he never gets hurt again.”

Many months later, after both our hearts are battered and bloodied, after all our tears have been shed and we’re strangers once again, I’ll look back on this moment and realize I was already lost.

The bad guys never think they’re the bad guys. They’re too busy pointing fingers and blaming everyone else for making them do what they did.

“Men don’t abandon women they love. They abandon women they were using.”

“Christian Grey has multiple personality disorders caused by intense childhood trauma. Edward Cullen is a controlling stalker who wants to kill Bella by drinking her blood. Mr. Darcy is an arrogant prick with crippling social anxiety and prejudice against the lower class. Yet all these flawed characters have inspired millions of women to think that broken men are somehow ideal, or could be, if only the right woman loved them.”

Many months later, I’ll look back on this moment and realize I never had a chance. I was a goner the second she sat down next to me and smiled.

“Will you please get us a room in this hotel? I would very much like to take this girthy beast under your zipper out for a ride.” “Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he mutters, glaring at me in outrage.

“I know what this is.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You’re trying to dissuade me from sleeping with you.” “Dissuade? My, we’re using our big words tonight, aren’t we?”

Leave it to me to have a one-night stand with maybe the one woman in all the world who might be able to understand me. Fuck.

She leans down and kisses me. Against my mouth, she whispers, “Okay, cowboy. Giddyup.”

“My, my, now that’s a devilish grin.” “You want devilish? Hang onto your hat, sweetheart, cause here we go.”

In another life, I would love this woman. I’d love her so much, I’d burn down the whole world just to spend an afternoon by her side.

“Then everyone who knows you is wrong, Cole. Your heart isn’t cold. It’s warm, and it’s beautiful. You just keep it on ice so nobody can melt it.”

“The night we met, you said you’d just gotten out of a relationship.” “That was different.” “So you can have one, just not with me.” “It’s company policy.” “Your family owns the fucking company.” “Which is why it’s even more important that we honor the rules.” “Are you kidding me right now? You know half the people in that building are banging each other.” “Still. It’s company policy.” “Mention that again, and I’ll punch you right in your nose.”

“You. Will. Eat. Understood?” “Sure. Hey, guess what?” “What?” “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“You don’t have to worry about anything, baby. You don’t ever have to worry about anything again.”

My heart aching, I kiss her cheek and whisper into her ear, “If I fall into you, promise you’ll catch me.”

So he adores me but doesn’t want to commit to me. He adores me but doesn’t answer my questions. He adores me but keeps me at arm’s length distance while dropping masterpieces of mystery such as, “Being with me isn’t safe.”

“Look. Nothing’s changed. The whole thing is impossible. I realize that. You’ll take me home in the morning, and we’ll go back to living our separate lives and pretend there’s nothing between us when we see each other at work. But for right now, just eat the fucking steak.”

“I think you’re beautiful. All your parts. All your broken pieces. They’re beautiful to me, and so are you. So if I never get the chance to tell you again, I’m telling you now that if you and your monsters ever decide you need a home, you have one in me.”

“That if you ever start to hate me, you’ll walk away. Because I already know I won’t be able to walk away from you. I already know I’m not strong enough. This thing with us, this connection…it’s everything I ever wanted, and everything I know I don’t deserve. So I’m gonna hold onto it as if my life depends on it. I’m gonna hold on even if I should let go. You’ll have to be the one to end it, if it comes to that. Promise me you will.”

“What if I gave you enough money that you’d never have to work again?” “And what if I sewed your lips shut while you sleep so you wouldn’t say anything so silly again?”

“Why do I feel like I’m nine years old, headed to Disneyland for the first time?” “Because you’re adorable. But watch out. At my Disneyland, Mickey Mouse fucks Minnie on the jungle cruise.”