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The knowledge that I was everything he wanted and more. Only with him. He was the only one who I ever wanted to make me feel that way.
I’m a D1 athlete about to go pro. I’ve been training my body my entire life. I’m not some breakable toy. If I’m not man enough to have my girl ride me like a cowgirl, I don’t know what I have all these muscles for.”
“Be a good girl and come hard on my cock.” She moaned and I knew I was on the right track. Just a little more. “Come for me, Tempest. Give me that orgasm. It’s mine now, you’re mine now.”
Why were the sweet, innocent ones always the ones with the best imaginations? And by best I meant utterly kinky and wicked. “I
“Feel that? Feel me breathing? We’re going to do it together. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
“They don’t bite. Well, except maybe Jules, but only if provoked.”
But you can stand with her while she faces it. You don’t need to fight someone’s battles for them. Just make sure they don’t fight alone. That’s what Kingmans do.”
“Your work matters,” Willa added, her gaze steady on mine. “Do you know how many women have never seen themselves as the heroine? As worthy of love and happy endings? You’re giving that to people.”
The only shame is in denying who you truly are.”
“Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s action in the face of it.
Romance novels are—” “Joy,” Abuela interrupted firmly. “They are joy and hope and the promise that everyone deserves love. Even girls who look like us, who take up space, who have curves and opinions and don’t fit into little boxes.”
“That’s why I wrote them,” I admitted, the truth I’d never fully acknowledged to myself finally finding voice. “Because growing up, I never saw heroines who looked like me. Who felt like me.”
“Love is not about someone rescuing you, mi amor. It’s about having someone who stands beside you when you rescue yourself.”
most importantly, I had myself—all of myself, the parts I’d been proud of and the parts I’d hidden away.
Catticus Finch,
the regret of playing it safe is far more painful than the grief of having loved fully.”
“Is that a football in your pocket, Mr. Kingman or...?”
“Take me to bed and show me those couple goals, Kingman.”
“Your mom’s heading this way. Want me to create a distraction? I could get Burrito to eat the centerpiece.”
It was a future I could hardly wait for. One where I got to write the best kind of happy ever after. My own.
“Are you kidnapping me?” I asked as he ushered me inside. “Technically, no, since you’re going willingly.”
“Because we all deserve to be the heroines of our own stories, no matter our size, shape, or what the scale says.”
“Sometimes the story writes itself, if you’re brave enough to let it.”
“Because your writing is part of our story. And I want every chapter to be better than the last.”

