He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Quotes

“What did Kevin say?’ Brynn, my cousin and wedding planner extraordinaire, asks. I turn to her as she sets her bag onto one of the pristine, white bamboo folding chairs lined up like soldiers on parade – all perfectly spaced”
― Aimee Brown, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

“course, I grin back like the hussy I apparently am. ‘Hell yeah, she’s excited,’ Jake says mostly under his breath. ‘Later, she’ll be yelling your name in your overly clean bedroom with her naked ass pressed against your freshly ironed sheets.’ He slaps my ass as though I’m headed into a football game. ‘Who irons their sheets anyway?’ ‘I send my laundry out,’ I remind him. ‘I don’t iron them myself. That said… maybe she will. Don’t be jealous all you have to go home to is this.’ I motion to Brynn, who cocks her head, a pinch-lipped grin on one side of her face. ‘Not funny,’ she says, now digging through her bag. ‘I bought you this. I can’t even believe they sell them again.’ She pulls something from her things and hands it to me.”
― Aimee Brown, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

“So, he didn’t age well. We can’t all be Adonis with a talent for flowers,’ she says with a roll of her eyes. ‘That’s right,’ Jake says. ‘Not everyone can age as well as us.’ He steps up beside me, pulling at the lapel of his jacket with the confidence he never lacks. Once again, Brynn rolls her eyes dramatically. A move she often uses when Jake and I are together. He’s one of my best friends and I’m the one who set the two of them up. Somehow, he swept her cold heart off its feet, and they’re now living in wedded bliss and have added a new character to their lives by way of their two-year-old daughter Zoey. The pair of them run a wedding planning business together. Brynn is the brains, and Jake is the brawn. Besides blood and weddings, Brynn and I don’t have much in common. When I let my”
― Aimee Brown, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

“and mostly empty, as we’re still thirty minutes from the ceremony. ‘First things first…’ I say. ‘Kevin is a real assjack. What d’you see in that guy?’ Why she would have ever dated him in high school is beyond me. He’s a far cry from her husband, Jake. Kevin is a narcissistic forty-something, white, balding man with a beer gut. Jake is a funny thirty-something black guy with a six-pack. They’re worlds apart. But Kevin, unfortunately, owns the building I want to lease. The building that once held my late father’s florist shop. I remember spending entire days in that shop helping my dad put together floral arrangements and going out on deliveries. I’d love to have my shop in a place filled with so many memories of him.”
― Aimee Brown, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

“Kevin”
― Aimee Brown, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not