The Broken Vows (The Windsors, #4)

by Catharina Maura

I control my thoughts, and they don’t control me?

“Wasn’t that obvious? You were my first, and you ruined me for everyone else.”

“It’s kind of unfair, you know? Men who look like you shouldn’t know how to cook too.”

She’s like a drug to me. I know I’m better off without her, but I can’t resist her either. I crave Celeste Harrison with every breath, every heartbeat. It’s no longer a matter of choice — she’s in my fucking veins, infecting my heart.

“You took my first kiss and my first time, and now you’re my first girlfriend. How many more firsts will you take? I’ll give them all to you if you want them.”

I’m supposed to improve my image this weekend, and I can’t do that if I rip his fucking arm off his fucking body.

All that matters is you both still care. So long as you do, anything is fixable.

know. I guess I just have a habit of loving people who don’t love me back, of holding on too long in an effort to belong.

things aren’t easy, but real love never is, is it? It’s messy, and it’s ugly at times, but it’s always worth it.

This is what family does — we argue, we fall out with each other, but we always find our way back.”

“Every day, she has a choice, and every day, I’m grateful she chooses me. I won’t ever take that for granted.”