Maybe Not (Maybe, #1.5)

by Colleen Hoover

“You kiss like you’re trying to resuscitate a dead cat,” she says, disgusted. “You kiss like you are a dead cat.” She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. She looks extremely uncomfortable in the silence, so it doesn’t surprise me when she spits out another insult. “You probably fuck like a limp noodle.” “I fuck like I’m Thor.”

“She’s the best worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” Ridge backs up until his hand is on the front door. “I’m going to Maggie’s for the night,” he signs. “We’ll pray for you.”

“The only difference between falling in love and being in love is that your heart already knows how you feel, but your mind is too stubborn to admit it.”