Preservation (The Walshes, #7)

by Kate Canterbary

"Shenanigans,"

I'd always been secondary

this was a key thought from Alex - I knew this would be the sticking point.

Even though he couldn't belong to me until he stopped belonging to her.

What a splendid treat, being loved all the way down to the minute.

"Look at you," he murmured, scraping loose wisps of hair from my face. "Just fucking look at you."

"You're clumsy in the streets but you're a beast in the sheets." "You're adorable," I said, matching her smile.

Riley: I guess because I'm never the one having the shenanies. Alex: If we get married, we'll have shenanies. Riley: If. Alex: I know, I know. Riley: It's funny. Alex: Is it? Riley: Yeah. Like I'd ever let you go.

"I could go for some Jam Man in my life. I don't know what it is about those red plaid flannel shirts and how he rolls the sleeves up. Fuck. Don't even get me started on those jeans."

NOAH!!! In A Jam!

You're the only woman I've ever drawn. No one else. Not Lauren. Only you."

"If I haven't sufficiently apologized or met the criteria for redemption, I'll keep trying. I'll wait." A smirk pulled at his lips. "I'm really good at waiting."

"I'm not good at many things. But I'll always be good to you."

"I love everything about you. Just fucking everything, Aly. The way you smell like a color and taste like a sin.