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Passion is nothing but a temporary high that eats your brain cells.”
I don’t need a man to make me happy. That’s just window dressing. I’m structurally sound and whole all by myself.”
Heart racing? Check. Breath taken away? Check.
Vision narrowing until I only see her? Check. Weak knees? Check. (And what the actual fuck? I literally have to sit down.)
think I might be a stalker. Does it count as stalking if you’re in love with the girl? The
seriously, I need winter to be over already so she can stop covering up with that coat
fuck-me-heels … are there fuck-me-boots too?
weapon of mass seduction.
I get burned once and I stay away from the fire forever.
you know what happens when you lean on something and it suddenly disappears? You fall the fuck down.
She’s the princess locked away in the castle tower, and she’s also the dragon guarding the thing.
us again.”
Addiction is not cute. It is not something to moon over or wish for in a great love story. There’s nothing romantic about debilitating co-dependence. Obsession is not the same thing as love—the same way needing another person is not a sign of a healthy relationship or a stable sense of self. Because, just like heroin, when the person you’re addicted to is gone, it’s excruciating. Life-threatening.
This is why they call it chemistry. One second we are two stable elements, safe in equilibrium with inches separating us. In the next second, we collide, and the combination is immediately explosive.
Mackenzie.”
having a parade of great smelling food placed before you only to find that they measure portions based on the dietary needs of squirrels.
virtuoso.
you always make your girl come before you take yours—maybe
It’s unbelievable how many options suddenly open up when you remove condoms from the equation.
“Analyze me all you want, throw me in your lab, scan my brain, assign me a team of shrinks, take out all those textbooks of yours and highlight every chapter that applies to me … tomorrow. Today I just want to be with you. Nothing else matters besides that.”
“Great sex isn’t—” “First of all, it’s un-fucking-believable sex.
“Shift your hips a bit … No, this way …” “I don’t think this is going to work.” “Trust me, babe, it will.” “Oh yes! That’s working. Keep doing that!” “Shift back a little?”
“Ouch.” “You okay?” “Yeah.” “Ready to try again?” “It’s too big, Graham.” “No, this is gonna work … Okay, on three. One, two, three
“I think I’m stuck.” “Oh, fuck. Hold on.” “… there! I told you it would fit!” I wipe sweat from my forehead as I step back to view the king-sized mattress we just m...
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Holy mother of lickable six-packs.
It’s the strangest thing, starting to date someone you’ve previously been in a relationship with.
I was living a life of contentment that lacked the glow of joy.
Sometimes it takes experiencing pure happiness to recognize how long you’ve lived without that feeling.
And then we have I love you sex. It’s the best kind yet.
Must resist the Graham force field.
‘I’m getting thoroughly fucked on the regular’ glow.” I
I understand what people mean when they say a woman is glowing; she has this aura of happiness as she talks about the baby inside her, and her hand inevitably strays to her belly every couple of minutes, where it rests lovingly. This
cockblocker.
penmanship
My womb is sending every possible code red, SOS, and smoke signal to the rest of my body with the message to get Graham over here, stat, so we can start with the baby making. “So, should we expect a mini Graham any time soon?”
“snitches get stitches” shtick,
‘oopsie’ baby
Love is just a chemical reaction in the brain. All of these feelings we put so much stock in are really nothing but science—the biological mechanisms of our bodies motivating us to procreate so the species doesn’t die out.
his age more apparent in his face than usual.
I’m sure you’re tired of people only reaching out when they need something—guilty, sorry—but
What’s the point of a bulletproof vest if it can’t keep him safe?! Some
I’m sorry if I ever made it seem that trust was something black and white that magically happened from minute one of a relationship.
good people can end up in situations that don’t reflect who they want to be.
“The Balls Deep Proposal”
style of romance looks like surprising me with tacos when I’ve had a long day, turning off my phone alarm on a Saturday so I can sleep in while he goes to the grocery store for me, giving me three orgasms before he lets himself come. Every day he looks at me like I’m the most miraculous thing he’s ever seen, and he never stops showing how much he loves me.
“The best things in life are both terrifying and amazing. I think you’re the one who told me that.”
sometimes bad things happen to good people, and sometimes good people do bad things.
All of my love to the readers and bookstagrammers who read and reviewed advance copies and helped promote Us, Again on social media.
