More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Well, fuckity shits on a stick. Isn’t that just great?”
But he did climb on top of me, pressing his hard everything against my everything, so... yeah, still no idea what we are.
Men don’t seem to understand that women tell each other everything. Like, everything.
Guys might brag about a sexual act in big-picture terms: I hit that, she blew me. But women, we describe in detail. Vivid, accurate, detail. I have a pretty good mental image of basically every dick Meghan has ever seen, and vice versa.
“That’s the definition of a whirlwind romance. And love is crazy. There’s no way to control when and where it hits.”
This man is huge. Everywhere. I mean he doesn’t have a weird freaky dick that I’m afraid won’t fit. But it’s big. Like really big.
