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I was a nice person. According to my parents, I was a good girl. And according to that online quiz I took two weeks ago, I was a people pleaser. I wasn’t great at doling out threats.
What the hell kind of name was that? Was it a hard Knox life? Did he tell a lot of Knox Knox jokes? Was it short for something? Knoxwell? Knoxathan?
Romantics were the hardest women to shake loose. The sticky ones. The ones who pretended they could handle the whole “no strings” deal. Meanwhile, they plotted to become “the one,” trying to con men into meeting their parents and secretly looking at wedding dresses.
“If my presence bothers you that much, why don’t you take an extended vacation?”
Whatever narcissistic delusional roller coaster you’re on, I’m not here to ruin your life.
you uncharitable oaf!”
“If I were twenty years younger, I’d end their feud by selflessly offering to share myself with both of them.”
I don’t think I talk too much. I just have a lot of information that needs to be disseminated to the public.”
I was marinating in the misery of regrets and failures.
I’m not always this fucking inconsistent. And I blame you. I don’t want to be into you. I don’t want to spend an entire day wandering around a goddamn mall and fighting traffic for you. I sure as hell don’t want to watch you try on underwear. But I also don’t want you home alone when there’s some guy back in Knockemout looking for you.”
“You’re the one who has to live your life. Don’t apologize to other people for the decisions you make for yourself.”
“You’re telling me he’s a grumpy, overprotective hottie next-door and you’re not going to sleep with him? How wasteful.”
“You get to decide how you show up in this world. No one else gets to dictate to you who you are,”
“He’s rude, mercurial, and blames me for everything.” “Perhaps because you make him feel things he doesn’t want to feel,” Lucian pointed out. “Like what? Murderous?”
😆😆😆
“Is there an asshole convention in town I wasn’t aware of?”
“Why don’t you ever fucking listen?” he grumbled, lips moving against my hair. “Because sometimes people don’t know how to ask for what they really need. You needed a hug.”
“I’m going to tell you something that you and your brother both need to know, and I need this to resonate in your soul,” I said. His eyes locked on mine. Well, more on my mouth than my eyes. But it was good enough. “You’re both idiots.”
Yesss tell them!!😆
“Knox,” I breathed. “This isn’t what you want,” I reminded him. “It’s what I need,” he said before diving back into the kiss. This wasn’t the kiss from the waiting room. This was different, desperate.
“That’s what I need, baby. I need to feel you go soft under me. Need you to let me have you.”
He needed this. Me. And I lived to be needed.
“Do not come to your senses yet,” he ordered. “No sense here. Promise.”
Knox had banged my brain and body into submission.
How in the hell was I supposed to look him in the eye now and not send my vagina into involuntary spasms?
Fake Romantic Knox was going to ruin all real romance for me if I wasn’t careful.
His grip on my neck tightened again. I reached behind him and pinched the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. He squeezed harder. I pinched harder.
LMAO😆🤣
“This is heaven,” she said to my grandmother. “You must have had a different Bible than the one I grew up on,” Liza quipped.
Even though I feel like my uterus is being crumpled up inside my body so it can be expelled through my Lady Canal, I’m thrilled to be working tonight.”
