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His eyes are the worst part. I swear they can see my every filthy thought.
Like - this morning, I drank my first cup of coffee out of my sparkly pink mug that says here we fucking go again.
I wonder if they'd still find me boring if they knew what sorts of books I read.
Nora, are you insane? You’re going to pierce your nipples on a fucking whim? You had one bad day,
I sit on the toilet with a sigh and realize that I’m already past the point of just a little bit drunk.
“I usually remember the names of the men who have touched my boobs.”
“What’s his name?” “Chase.” “Chase? What sort of dumb fucking name is Chase?”
“Brother dear, you’re about as fun as a toaster in a bathtub.”
Hey Nora, I like your big ass and wanted to contribute. Here’s a mocha.
“Drink your chocolate, Pretty Girl.”
“Did you drive here?” John lets his previous implication float away. I shake my head. “I don’t like first dates to see my license plates.” “Good girl.”
Fucking hell. If he’s gonna call me "Good Girl," then he might as well skip past girlfriend and just call me his wife.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cuddler.” “You won’t be pegging me at all.”
I don’t know why, but top-of-the-head kisses are some of the best things in the world.
“No matter what happens between us in the future, you come to me if someone harms you. Understand?”
“And you might feel alone, but you’re not, Darling.
“You’re a pain in the ass. You know that, right?”
I’ve always been possessive over things I felt were mine, but the level of jealousy I feel regarding Nora is a new high.
“Nope. We’re here to tell you to fix it.” My eyes narrow. “Fix it. Just like that.” “Beg, cry, crawl on your hands and knees over broken glass...” Vincent takes another drink. “Fix it.”
“You made dumb choices; you suffer the dumb consequences.”
His shirt is riding up, showing off the tattoos that cover his abdomen. “Wife, quit staring,” Vincent grunts as he shuffles into the kitchen, looking just as rough as I feel.
“My Pretty Girl. My Good Girl. I’m yours, Nora.”
He said he was crazy in love with me and either I let him move in or he’d just break in every night and sleep beside me anyways.
