Things We Hide from the Light (Knockemout, #2)

by Lucy Score

“I spent an hour googling fuckin’ sixth grade math last night and a week listening to women go back and forth over flower arrangements.”

“I thought you said he was the most attractive man on the planet with a voice like melted ice cream that made you want to tear your clothes off and listen to him recite his grocery list?” Naomi mused.

Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe, the less I feel like life is just a never-ending pour of lemon juice into an open wound that won’t heal. You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.”

“When you start being immune to it, that’s when it’s time to get out. It’s the hurt, the caring that makes us good at our jobs.”

“This idiot practically has ‘put a fuckin’ ring on it’ tattooed on his fucking ass.” Then he jerked his chin in my direction. “And that pain in the ass has ‘love ’em and leave ’em’ tattooed on hers.”

“Friends give friends the benefit of the doubt.

“Being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you trust yourself to be strong enough to handle the hurt. It’s actually the purest form of strength.”

The only way I could get more independent was if I entered into a monogamous relationship with my vibrator.

just because you want the freedom to make your own choices doesn’t mean you have to be alone.”

“I know this is not politically correct, but I love me a good consensual manhandling,”

“Because I like being close to you even when we have all our clothes on.”