Part of Your World (Part of Your World, #1)

by Abby Jimenez

“Don’t let them decide the life you’re going to live. You only get one.”

“See, that’s some twenty-eight-year-old shit right there. You think your cognac-drinking, receding-hairline, pushing-fifty-year-old Our Time date is gonna give you that acrobatic sex? He’s not. He threw his back out playing golf.”

LMAO!

Eight thousand nerves in the clitoris and still not as sensitive as a white man

not getting his way.” She beamed at me. “I like this new you.”

“Okay, first of all, that pig has a name. It’s Kevin Bacon. It’s rude not to use it.”

“Well, there’s Scape Goat—that’s Chloe’s mom. Chloe’s full name is Chloe Nose Bleat.” I ticked off on my fingers. “The chickens are Mother Clucker and Chick-a-Las Cage, there’s Barack O-Llama, the miniature horse is Al Capony—”

I grinned. “The rabbits are Rabbit Downey Jr. and Obi Bun Kenobi—”

“Grace costs you nothing. My grandma used to say it. She especially liked to say it to herself when I was being a little shit.”

Sometimes what you have to give is enough. Even if it’s a rock instead of a diamond.”

“No. I refuse to have sex with someone who doesn’t have a headboard. I’m not that desperate—yet. My vagina has officially been closed so long I’m afraid a Spirit Halloween is going to move in.”

“Let me guess. You’re taking a top-down shot, using the flash, standing in your shitty garage bathroom, you can see your feet in the picture and you’re wearing socks.” I looked down. Shit.

Typical guy 😂

Fifteen minutes later Doug walked in. He had a ring light. “No.” I shook my head. “I’m not using that shit.” He walked past me into my workshop. “She’s going to show this to her friends. You want to send her a shitty dick pic? That’s what you want?” I followed him over to my workbench. “She’s not showing it to her friends.” “Daniel?” A female voice came out of Doug’s phone on speaker. “It’s Liz. She’s definitely going to show it to her friends.” I threw up my hands. “What the hell?! You called Liz?” He shrugged. “I had to borrow her ring light.” I could hear her laughing, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. “This is so embarrassing,” I whispered. “What’s embarrassing is sending a dick pic that all her friends make fun of. This is fucking important,” he said, shoving his phone with Liz on speaker into my hand. “Literally everyone she knows is about to see the goods, you can’t mess this up.” I shook my head. “You’re not helping me take this picture.” He looked at me like I was speaking in tongues. “I’m not taking your damn dick pic. I’m setting you up, giving you all the tools, and you’re taking it.” Liz came over the line. “Okay, so listen, there is an art to this.” I lolled my head back and stared at the ceiling. “You need to hold it,” Liz said. “Don’t just let it hang there by itself all lonely.” “Grip it by the base,” Doug said, miming it with his hand. “But don’t do that thing where you squeeze your balls to make it look bigger. She’s seen it, she already knows.” I sno...

Crying laughing 😂 #IfHeWantedToHeWould

It’s amazing how someone can touch you, even if you only know them for a moment in time. How they can change you, alter you indelibly.

Nothing could convince me this woman wasn’t made for me to love. I think my soul recognized hers the second I laid eyes on her.

“I love you,” he whispered. “We are together. This isn’t over. And even if you leave, it won’t be over because you’ll take the love with you and it’ll bring you back.”

Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants.