The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

The hearts beating inside the home held a much greater significance than how nice, or not nice, the house actually was.

“Alright, dream girl. I’ll give you tonight. But you and me…its fucking real. It’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. And sooner or later, you’re going to realize it too.”

He was such an asshole. A generous, gorgeous…ASSHOLE.

“If you ever wear another man’s jersey, I will kill that man. So be careful, sweetheart.”

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”