More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”
“Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”
I could take the pressure. I could take the blows. I could handle his whiskey tantrums. I could take it all if it meant that they didn’t have to.
“Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”