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All I did was scribble down a never-ending stream of bullshit to try to fill up the booklet.
the only thing Tolbert has inspired in her students is hatred.
let’s-get-the-hell-outta-here noises.
He doesn’t strut through the quad with one of those I’m-God’s-gift-to-the-world smirks
I’m terrified that he’ll say no, but I’m even more terrified he’ll say yes. I was in a good place when I started college. My issues solidly behind me, my guard lowered. I was ready to date again, and I did.
they’re turned on by the idea of screwing the big brawny caveman who’s only good for one thing, but since I’m not looking for anything serious, casual hookups with chicks that only want my dick suit me just fine. Gives me more time to focus on hockey.
I let her pass before I step into the aisle. I suppose I can say it’s the gentleman in me, but that would be a lie. I want to check out her ass again,
Tolbert seems to respond to my brand of bullshit.
the thing about college is, there’s no such thing as privacy, and sooner or later you just have to accept that. I still remember how embarrassed I was the first time I saw Allie’s bare breasts, but the girl has zero modesty, and when she’d caught me staring, she just winked and said, “I’ve got it going on, huh?” After that, I didn’t bother with the under-the-blanket routine anymore.
It’s ugly and demoralizing, and I try so hard not to let it control my life. I’ve worked through what happened to me.
the most important lesson I learned is that I’m not a victim—I’m a survivor.
short and not at all sweet.
I’m too nervous to be witty at the moment.
He’s arrogant enough to believe that I put myself through all that for him.
most destructive emotion known to mankind—hope.
“Whoa,” she says when she hears my curt tone. “What’s up your ass?”
“I want to murder him in his sleep, A. No, I want to murder him when he’s awake so he can see the joy on my face when I do it.”
I’ve never met anyone who sleeps with so many pillows. Maybe he needs them to cradle his massive ego.
“Your voice is…fuck, Wellsy, it’s beautiful.” My cheeks heat up. “You think so?” His impassioned expression tells me he’s dead serious. “Play something else,” he orders. “Um. What do you want to hear?” “Anything. I don’t care.” I’m startled by the intensity in his voice, the emotion now glittering in his gray eyes. “I just need to hear you sing again.”
Hannah’s throaty voice had given me fucking chills.
Sunday morning for our weekly phone chat,
the two of them always seem to wind up in each other’s arms again.
It’s nice having someone to spend time with. You know, talking, cuddling, all that mushy stuff. Don’t you want that?”
too tired to make a sarcastic remark
We’re best friends, Nelly. Don’t let Wellsy tell you otherwise.”
When he wants to be? She says it like it’s the endorsement of the year, but the way I see it, people should be nice because they are, not because it’s a calculated move on their part.
why isn’t there an off switch for that sarcastic part of your brain?
The butterflies didn’t just float around in my belly—they took flight and raced through my entire body, making every inch of me pulse with pleasure.
I want to keep being Hannah’s friend. But… I also want to sleep with her.
Cass the Ass
“I get close, and then it…it goes away.”
there’s nothing more vulnerable than coming.”
I want to suck on that puckered bud more than I want my next breath.
She comes with my name on her lips, and I come to the sound of it.
How do you know when things have spiraled out of your control? Answer: When you find a cellist in your rehearsal space and don’t even bat an eye.
“You’re evil.” “And you’re a cocky jerk, so I guess we both just have to deal.”
“Someone cooks for you, you clean.
I kiss her hard, losing myself in her taste and her heat and every damn thing about her. I never expected her. Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don’t know how you ever lived without them. How you went about your day and hung out with your friends and fucked other people without having this one important person in your life.
like sexy nurse, or sexy witch, or—” “Sexy ghost, sexy tree, sexy box of Kleenex.” Allie sighs. “Gee, let’s just throw the word sexy in front of any mundane noun and look! A costume!
my dick immediately salutes her.
Hannah’s fingers are warm as she laces them through mine. I squeeze them, needing a physical distraction from the tight ache in my chest.
Quiet, serious, moody. Creative, if I’m lucky. Plays music is always a plus. Smart. Sarcastic but not in a snide way. Unafraid to show his emotions. Someone who makes me feel…at peace.
“I can’t go back there alone, Hannah. Will you come?” His voice cracks on those last words, and so does my heart. I let out a shaky breath and say, “Of course I will.”
I reach for Hannah’s hand and cover her knuckles with my palm. “Some distractions are worth it.”
although I’m exhausted and pissed off and sad and who knows what else, the thought of kissing Hannah right now sounds like pure fucking heaven.
Hannah is adventurous as hell once she lets down her guard and trusts someone. And it still floors me that it’s me she trusts.
“Better?” he says huskily. “Oh my God. Yes. Do that again.” “I have no idea what I did.” “You twisted your hips,
