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Life is short. Sex is fun. As long as everybody’s on the same page, who cares?
The ones seeking relationships, who think they can be the one to “fix” me, don’t have to peel back too many layers to discover the futility of their efforts. The space my heart once occupied is barren, so there’s no use in trying to plant themselves there because nothing will ever grow.
When I open the Contacts app, and there’re only two: Boss and Landlord, it’s like a red flag parade.
Is everybody in this town good-looking? Is it the water? Should I be drinking more water?
He looks like lumberjack porn.
Intentional choking in the back of an ambulance… That’s new.
He pulls one of the O2 masks from the wall and places it over my face. “Slow breaths.” He grins at me. “Nice and slow… Just feel.”
“I can’t find my underwear.” “They’re in my pocket,” he answers. “I’m keeping them.”
I have a great time, but when it’s over, it’s over. This doesn’t feel like it’s over.
“I want us to be more than fun, Prescott,” I state. “I wanna make you mine.”
Of all the women to bring me to my knees, figures it’s the one who comes with the most baggage, but hey, at least we have a matching set.
The only one who can save you out here is me.” “I’ve already been saved, Cal. So why don't you make me scream?”
I must be doing awesome if my current precarious predicament of being marooned on a mountaintop is preferable to real life.
This woman may have the capacity to drive me crazy, but she also holds the power to make me sane.
“Listen to me, you can't save everyone. Sometimes, you can only save one person, and it’s okay if that person is yourself.”
