Teach Me (There's Something About Marysburg, #1)

by Olivia Dade

Nothing in her adult life, other than her few close female friendships, had ever felt like that. Like a cloak settling on her shoulders, light and warm and hers.

Hating such an unexceptional face might prove difficult, but she’d persevere.

Being a woman didn’t obligate her to make men—or anyone—comfortable in her presence.

you should know something. You can be more alone in a bad relationship than if you’d never dated anyone at all.”

At the sight of such brilliance, such unmitigated competence, she had to shift a bit in her desk chair. Martin had never, never seemed sexier to her.

“In my class, I don’t save discussions of women for women’s history month, because if we don’t talk about women, we’re not addressing half the population. If you don’t know what they were doing, what rights they did or didn’t have, how they affected their culture and government and economy, you don’t know history. Period.”

History is written by those in power, but those deprived of power deserve to be seen too.

“I don’t intend to present a more comfortable version of myself for anyone. Even me.”

He’d called her beautiful. Just said it outright, as if it were a given. An immutable fact. As if any suggestion she wasn’t beautiful would offend him.

There was something especially seductive about a man who defended you to yourself.

“From now on, I plan to live every week like it’s Teacher Appreciation Week.”

His blue eyes had turned solemn. “I love you, you know.” “I do know. You’ve never hidden it, so I’ve never doubted it.”