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“fuck.” I stared ahead and nodded. “Indeed.”
“It sounds like the name of someone who trims girls’ pubes and sews them into dolls.
“Here I am, trying to help you out in a difficult situation, and you repay me by being surprised that I can read.”
Fuck. Just—fuck.
“I see the bar is underground.”
I believe the scientific word for it is ‘coinkydink.’ ”
serious, unsmiling men tended to be considered consummate professionals, while serious, unsmiling women were often written off as haughty shrews.
“I would like to be excluded from this narrative,”
Pain now, freedom later. Delayed gratification.
confessing something terrible to you. I thought it might be our thing.”
His eyes were a light, predatory blue. Close enough that I could touch the lie.
If I had him, I could stop wanting him.
Used to get in the most vicious fights on the ice and go back to the rink the next day—then I hit thirty, and now my back hurts before I even get out of bed.”
What happened when the person who tore you apart was not the person you’d chosen to cherish?
‘I scored better than you on the quiz, and I could kill you with a pencil’ energy.”
spank-bank directory.
She liked it—a bit of roughness. A hint of violence. Yielding control.
“Don’t worry, I still get ‘would not save ninety-nine percent of humanity in case of apocalypse’ vibes from you.”
“Who’s your lawyer?” “Google.”
“You are allowed to hate them, if that’s what sparks joy.”
if you don’t stop pushing me, I’m going to bend you over this bench and show you exactly what I’m into.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me and have my triplets,
“Hardly efficient.” Nor sexy. I was wearing my grocery-shopping clothes.
“You can’t be surprised.” “I don’t need to be surprised to enjoy it.”
“Poor girl.” His fingers gripped my hips, bruising tight. “You seem to have issues focusing.”
“You’re okay, love,” he soothed. “You’re going to be fine. Don’t you like this? Don’t you like to come?”
“How do you go from wanting to marry someone to…not?” “Surprisingly quickly.
It’s uncountable. You, and the things we do, the things you give me, the things you make me feel, they’re impossible to quantify.
“Maybe some people are meant to be tragedies.”
“Are you anticipating curing me with your magic cock?”
He never ran, no matter how shameful. Neither did I.
“I might like your tits even more than your lips. And I definitely like your honesty even more than your tits. Believe me, that’s saying something.”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” “It looks like if you stared at that girl any longer you’d have jizz coming out of your eyeballs.”
“Oh my god—is this a party?” “It’s a dinner,” Minami said while hugging Maya. “Which is what passes for a party among people in their thirties.” “Must be hard, being so millennial.”
We don’t make small talk. We cut through the flesh and show the stories that live in our skeletons.
“You can’t act this way around her, okay? Because she’s going to get sad. And if she gets sad, then I’m going to get mad. And there will be consequences.”
“If you ask, I’m never going to tell you no. You know that, right?”
“Oh, sweetheart. Why does it feel like you’re going to come, huh? Why do you feel so wet and soft and—”
“If her heart has to be broken, I’d rather it be me. That way I can help her pick up the pieces.”
“You’re enough, Rue. And if you aren’t…I just don’t mind.”
you’d rather shut up than lie—even to yourself.”
“Out of all the people I’ve met, the things I’ve wanted, the places I’ve been, none has ever felt as necessary as you do.
“Wow. He’s such a shithead.” “I can’t prove it.” “Such an alleged shithead.”
Played shady games, won shady prizes.
“No one dies of a broken heart.”
meant to be, or some shit.
“For someone who lets me tie her up and slide plugs up her holes on a weekly basis, you’re a traditionalist.”
