Dirty Like Seth (Dirty, #3)

by Jaine Diamond

All the pain I’d been through would always be a part of me, etched into me, along with all the mistakes, the regrets. If for no other reason than to inform the choices I made going forth. So that, hopefully, I would never make those same mistakes again.

But as time passed, I’d come to the realization that I actually hadn’t done anything wrong in that relationship. I was just me, and that wasn’t what he wanted. I didn’t need anyone to forgive me for that.

We’d all made mistakes. We were all entitled to carry on, to make mistakes again, to do our best. To be human.

And to be loved for who I really was. That meant accepting other people as they really were, too.

All you need is a man who wants to be your man, and wants it hard. Not a man who wants you to be something you’re not. Not a man who wants you hanging on the line, adoring him, for his own shits and giggles. You need a man who wants to be Elle’s man, period. Who’ll do whatever it takes to be your man. No more games. No more bullshit. It’s time for the real deal.”

“Because,” he said, sliding his hands up to cup my face, “when I’m with you, I feel like myself. And somehow, when you look at me, I know that man is enough.”