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“A portion size for you is not the same as a portion size for me, baby girl.”
“Why do women believe they need an occasion to dress up? Dress up for life, goddammit!”
Oh. This was why women carried travel vibrators.
“The quiet got too loud once you’d come and gone.” Another long kiss that left her gasping. “How dare you.”
“I see you,” he rasped. “Dammit, Georgie. You had to be exactly what I need, didn’t you?”
This was what happened when a girl remained a virgin well into adulthood, got a taste of Travis, then went back to depriving herself. She exploded. They wouldn’t need a piñata at this party—they could just collect little pieces of her off the ground.
“I’m going to take a shower, all right?” He ran his fingers along the curve of her shoulder, pressing a thumb to the side of her neck and massaging. “I’m going to feed you before I introduce you to God.”
“I want your hands all over me. Your mouth on mine. And next time you get out of bed without giving me both, I’m going to find you, pull your pants down, and backhand that little tush you had tucked up in my lap all night. We clear?”
Georgie’s heart was in her eyes. She could feel it. How much she showed him in that moment. Ten years of nursing an all-consuming crush she’d assumed was love, when she’d had no idea that this was what love felt like. This. This was it. So heavy at times it couldn’t be lifted, so light at others it made you capable of floating.
“How do you do that? You . . . accept me. Exactly as I am. But you still change me for the better.”
We’re not about cutting people out of our lives. We’re about refusing to accept anything less than what we deserve. About realizing that we’re all important here despite mistakes or bad relationships or lackluster careers.
