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Basically, she was Bruce Wayne and I was Batman, because of life hack #323: Always be yourself, unless you can be Batman, and then always be Batman.
“Talking to yourself isn’t helping the serial killer vibe,” I said, because I have the subtlety of an elephant in a hot pink tutu.
“Life is not a fairy tale. If you lose your shoe at midnight, you’re drunk.”
“The best princesses are made of chaos and fairy dust, and they carry their own swords.”
“Don’t draw in the coffee foam, Sis. Coffee dicks are off-putting.” I grinned. “Not to mention unsanitary.”
“I generally find that picking fights about things for which I don’t have strong opinions makes little sense. I tend to save my bullets for things that matter.”
A man who read actual books, and then read them again. It was almost as sexy as … well, nothing, because nothing was sexier than a man who read. Except a man who read naked. Out loud. With chocolate.
“Foreplay happens all day. The rest is just laughter and naked dancing.”
“I licked it, so now it’s mine.”
I laughed as I pictured the flare of panic in the eyes of a man whose cool was legendary about everything that wasn’t his wife.
“Quinn’s the only guy I know who lives with his fucking gloves off,” he said quietly.
“It’s called Karma, and it’s pronounced ‘ha-ha-ha-ha.’”
“Who’s to say your principles are any more or less valid than the idea of the Ten Commandments or the Four Noble Truths? The point is that you believe them. If they work for you, and nobody else gets hurt because of them, that’s all the back-up you need.”
“My fucks dispenser broke, so I had it removed.”
Blushing was one of those feminine things princesses and pretty girls did, which is why I had never been prone to it. But now it seemed like the blood under my skin rose up to meet his eyes – not like a challenge, unfortunately for my sense of self-preservation, but like an invitation.
“You can’t scare me. I have two daughters.”
my personal code felt a little like a mix of Robin Hood and Mulan, with an unfortunate dose of Sid, the filterless sloth.
I liked playing with Darius.
I tried not to swoon as I handed him the letter. Swooning was poor form when corsets were not involved. They were par for the course when corsets were involved, but that was not a story that bore repeating.
“No point in bad wine, cheap chocolate, or crap marshmallows.”
“I love the first days of spring. It feels like the sun is elbowing its way through all the cold and gray saying, ‘Okay, that’s enough tough love. They’ve proven they can survive, now let’s give people a reason to live.’”
“You continue to steal the covers, my socks, and any shreds of dignity I pretend to have. But mostly, you’ve stolen my will to ever be without you.”
