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“You’ve got what my dad calls moxie.” “Moxie?” “Yeah. It means courage. Determination. You can handle what comes at you and land on your feet.”
“I’ll call you mia polpetta.”
“My little meatball.
“Per cent'anni.”
It was just going to be the most magical night of my life.” “Magical? Well, fuck. You were doomed to be disappointed, babe. There’s no such thing as a magical dick.”
irresistible, like I’m worth someone’s forever, like he’ll die if he can’t have me, like he’ll lose his mind if I don’t—”
“Okay. So ever since we said I do, sometimes when I look at you, I get this caveman instinct to throw you over my shoulder and growl at any asshole who tries to get close. I know it sounds possessive and sexist and horrible, because you are not my property, but you are my wife.” I shrugged. “And you can call me a pig, but I can’t help it if being a husband brings out that side of me.”
“Am I dead?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Is this heaven? Because this is exactly what I imagine it looks like and sounds like and smells like.”
worshiping my body with his arrogant mouth and his insolent tongue and those beautifully rugged hands?
“All I want is you. All I fucking want is you.”
It was the blowjob, that was all. It must have released those weird biological hormones that made ancient man want to, like, build a hut and hunt a woolly mammoth.
when it was time to split up because it meant we’d be able to treat each other with kindness and respect. We wouldn’t fight over stupid things. We’d never say cruel things about one another in front of other people—especially our child. And we wouldn’t make our friends choose between us. Everything would be fine.
zeppole,
“Well, what was I supposed to tell him, that the minute you get home from work you put your pajamas on, eat ice cream for dinner, and cry the rest of the night?”
“I don’t even know what to call it, but it’s horrible. It feels like the worst flu I’ve ever had. My chest hurts, my stomach is churning all the time, and my head is all foggy and fucked up.” Griffin nodded. “You’re in love with her.”
Everything had to be perfect. Because there comes a day in a man’s life when he enters a room with hope in his heart and a ring in his pocket, fully prepared to get down on one knee. To pledge his eternal devotion. To take his soul mate’s hand
