Annie McElfresh

“Travis staggered backward, the hurt plainly displayed in his eyes. "A toast!" he yelled.
I flinched, turning just in time to see him climbing onto a chair, stealing a beer from the shocked Sig Tau brother closest to him. I glanced to America, who watched Travis with a pained expression.
"To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart, he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You should have asked her first, Trav," America said, shaking her head and covering her mouth with her fingers.
"Asked her what? If I could get a tattoo?" he frowned, turning to me. "I love you. I want everyone to know I'm yours.
I shifted nervously. "That's permanent, Travis."
"So are we," he said, touching my cheek.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I’ve been drinking, all right? Your skin was three inches
from my face, and you’re beautiful, and you smell fucking
awesome when you sweat. I kissed you! I’m sorry! Get over
yourself!”
His excuse made the corners of my mouth turn up.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
He frowned with disgust. “You’re gorgeous and you
know it. What are you smiling about?”
I tried to quell my amusement to no avail. “Nothing.
Let’s go.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You slept just fine in the recliner. Why couldn't you sleep with me?"
"You mean next to a guy who still smelled like the pair of bar flies he had just sent home? I don't know! How selfish of me!”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster