Stephani

“I opened my mouth to argue, until I realized I had that confusing, warm feeling inside me again. The idea that he was so obsessed with me that he wanted to watch me when he was out of the house was…hot. Psycho, but hot. Fuck. I needed a therapist.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“I was also becoming more and more convinced that…I liked this. I actually liked this twisted game of control. To see the depths he’d go to keep me.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Hey, Thatcher, your dick’s the size of a tic-tac,” Clayton, one of the aforementioned corners, taunted. “That’s why your mom’s breath smells so good,”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Play

“Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all. The ache of missing him was sharp, and I was sure it was a wound that would never heal.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback