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“You’re going to eat him up and spit him out,” I tell her. “I always spit them out.” She tosses me a wink. “Swallowing is gross and reserved for the men who deserve it. That has yet to be proven.”
You can always tell a guy’s true nature by the women around him.
“I’m twenty-four. My job is to live my life and make mistakes so I can learn from them. I think maybe you didn’t realize that when you were young.”
Society has drilled into our heads—into her head—that women need a man. We don’t. I mean, maybe for procreation, but there are sperm banks for that.
“You don’t think you’ll fall in love with me?” I grin. “That’s very bold of you, Larissa.” She levels her gaze on me. The sparkle is still there but also a heavy dose of confidence I wasn’t expecting. “On the contrary, I think it’s very bold of you to think I will, Hollis.” “Your naivete is adorable.” “And your confidence is admirable.”
“The gentleman in me wants to say that you look beautiful.” He smirks. “But the man in me wants to tell you that you look fucking hot.”
“I think he thought I was old and done. Heck, there might be snow on the roof, but that doesn’t mean there’s not a fire in the furnace if you know what I mean.”
Intercourse is a pleasure transaction. Kissing is a communication, an intentional decision to face someone and form a personal connection.
We kiss more than we fuck. We touch more than we come. We laugh and tickle and take our time. I’m not sure what to call this, but it isn’t fucking. It isn’t sex. But it is the best. Because it’s with her.
“I’m like a pet that is left on the side of the road when the family moves, Judy. And that’s fine. But it’s a whole hell of a lot easier to just stay alone than to watch that car drive off.”
“I can’t imagine what it would feel like to watch Riss leave me,” I say, my voice wobbly. “I’m sure I wouldn’t survive it.”
“Every door that has closed on you wasn’t your door. The good Lord isn’t going to let you walk into a room that’s not the room for you.”
“What else do you want?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe for you to be the man I know and love.”
“I wanted someone to look at me like I was the most important thing in the world to him. That would tell the whole universe that I was his girl,” I say, wiping my cheeks. “That’s all. I didn’t want money or cars or fame. I just wanted to find my best friend and to create a beautiful corner of the world just for us.”
“Eventually, you’ll realize there are people in the world who love you,” I whisper. “And you pushed them all away. Just remember that I was one of them.”
Victory is so much sweeter when you have to work for it.
