It Starts with Us (It Ends with Us, #2)

by Colleen Hoover

It’s one of the things I loved most about her—that she always seemed to be in a good mood despite all the bad things surrounding her.

Anyone who has ever left a manipulative, abusive spouse and somehow stayed that course deserves a medal. A statue. A freaking superhero movie.

But now that I have Emmy, her early morning cry rips me out of bed, and I become her gopher before I even have time to pee.

There’s nothing better than adoring the child you made with the person you made them with,

He’s holding a bouquet, but it isn’t flowers. It’s cookies.

The feel of him against me only makes me more desperate for him, but he treats this like he used to treat our make-out sessions. With patience and appreciation—like making out is enough, and that it’s a privilege just to be kissing me.

My loyalty is to the people who bring positivity into my life.

She woke me up this morning by sliding on top of me and kissing my neck. She ended up on her back seconds later with my mouth between her thighs.