I Think I Might Want You (Love Sisters, #3)

by Christina C. Jones

But I had to admit — just to myself, not out loud, never ever to anyone else… I was a little lonely. And I fucking hated it.

I didn't want that for me. I just wanted something… else.

Some other compliment to my life that I couldn't quite identify.

People love passing judgment based on their own values, not understanding that their ugly words, that anger and negativity they get on the internet and project toward a perfectly happy stranger... that says so much more about them than it'll ever say about you.”

"And what does that tell you about the way they view themselves and their peers, that they think their touch defiles a woman,"

what's the problem with giving it a shot? Because it might not last? Shit, the same could be said for democracy, but you still vote, don't you?”

“I'm suggesting that you stop overthinking it. Give it a chance. If it doesn't work, it just doesn't work, and you move on. You let the chapter end.”