Playing Hard to Get (The Players, #1)

by Monica Murphy

To those who live for the hope of it all This one is for you

Reading takes you to another world. Teaches you things. I love it.”

To live for the hope of it all.’”

“It’s from Taylor Swift’s song ‘August.’ It’s my favorite line she’s ever written.”

“Kissing you, Jo Jo. I can get kind of fixated sometimes.” He kisses me like he can’t help it. “Pretty sure I’m completely obsessed with you.”

Fuck the patriarchy’?” “Another Taylor Swift lyric that hits home.” My eyes blaze into his. “Please don’t make fun.” “As if I would make fun of a woman who’s got a tattoo that says fuck the patriarchy. I’m not an idiot.” He

“All Too Well” spoke to my soul and I listened to it on repeat for months, crying almost every single time. I was so bitter over my relationship ending with Bryan. It felt so liberating, to revel in the anger of the lyrics. To mark myself with the words from one of Taylor’s sadder songs.

Vanilla lattes and Taylor Swift and soft blankets she can snuggle under.

I know I have fuck the patriarchy written in permanent ink on my skin, but there is something so deliciously masculine in the way he touches me. Takes care of me.

“You are like my own personal book boyfriend.”

Could he be the love of my life? God, I hope so.

“You make it easy for me. I just want to see you happy. That’s my end goal.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “You are my end goal, Jo Jo.”