British Bedmate

by Penelope Ward

So there, that’s my truth—the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’ve never been so honored or felt so beautiful because you want me. But I’m afraid it can never happen.

So far the most honest and raw part of the book

I, on the other hand, was as useless as the shit he squirted out of the tube that the patient was currently cleaning off her belly.

Of course, silly little female nurse that she is

I’d decided to do something I’d been putting off for a very long time.

Surprisingly grown up of her

“You’ve been thinking with your head for a very long time. While that makes for a very safe existence, we sometimes inadvertently inhibit our true happiness when we do this. Life choices shouldn’t always be about the end result. People fail to realize that the small adventures in the middle are sometimes more important. When you’re old, you’re going to reflect on your life and everything is just going to be one big ball of memories anyway. Why not have something worthwhile to look back at?” I hated that this bitch was making a point.

“The words aren’t important. You’ll say them when you’re ready.”

He really is a gem

“State your full name for the record.”

This trial thing is very random and out of the blue

Obviously I wouldn’t be concerned if he was having lunch with some ugly old lady.”

Obviously two attractive people speaking in a public place means they’re fucking 🙄

“You’re not enough, Bridget. Enough is the minimum amount that it takes to satisfy something. That doesn’t even begin to describe what you are—you’re everything. You’re not the fucking minimum—you’re the maximum. What he did is not your fault. Cheating isn’t about the person who was cheated on. It’s about the cheater—his own insecurities.