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His red flags were a mile long, flying high for all to see from the very beginning. But red was my favorite color, and I had a stubborn streak a mile long.
“So…” he said, rocking back on his heels. “Your place or mine?”
I’d never think of pine and leather the same way.
We’d only known each other for five days, but it’d been enough to make me want more. I wanted her time. I wanted to build on that five days until it became a lifetime.
“I was gonna ask if you’d waited for me like I’d been waiting for you.” And then he walked away, leaving me standing under the weight of his honesty and hating how it felt.
“Break up with that piece of shit you call a boyfriend, and I’ll tell you every sordid detail. Then, when you’re writhing underneath me, just like you are right now, I’ll make good on every word I said.”
If she was mine, and she should be, there wasn’t a force in the world that could’ve kept us apart.
For the first time since Ellis had shown up, I felt like I could breathe again. His absence wasn’t an ache I missed, but a reprieve I welcomed.
Because, yes, Lincoln was different in every way that mattered. He lit a fire in my soul, which I didn’t know had gone out.
All I know is some things are certain—the sun will set, it’ll rise again, and you’re it for me. That’s just the truth.”
If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.
“That hat on your head means you’re mine, Josie. There are no takebacks, not as far as I’m concerned. So, don’t do that to me and then take it away. Don’t fucking tease me, baby. I can’t take it.” Well, fuck.
