“Is he actually good?” Judith asked. “He’s incredible.” “Sorry, are we talking about the painting or the shagging?” Nev asked. “The painting!”… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“whereas Allie still had to wear a retainer at night to keep her bottom teeth from collecting like dice in a Yahztee… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“She wished he weren't so damned fit. Running away was a lot harder when the guy you were fleeing kept in such… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“They weren’t lies but promises, however silently made. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to let him. They both wanted for… — Ruthie Knox Heart Copy Share Image
“I c-can promise it,” he said. “It’s what I d-do, remember? I m-make magic happen.” Katie smiled. “That’s not magic. That’s orgasms.”… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“With Sean, for the first time in her life, she felt sufficient. He could stay or he could go, and she would… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“He picked her up. Picked her up and carried her, as if she were Scarlett O’Hara and he were Rhett Butler, if… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“All the pain Allie felt, crying in his arms, was the pain that had always been there. The pain that caught in… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“It was easy to love your idea of someone - to fall hard for their very best self. The question was whether,… — Ruthie Knox Best self Copy Share Image
“I thought you didn’t sit,” she said. The dimple appeared. “The way I’ve worked it out, this is the closest thing to… — Ruthie Knox First date Copy Share Image
“Please, Tom. You can't ride your bicycle across the country alone. It's insane. You'll end up being slaughtered by a serial killer."… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Nice?” he said fiercely. “Nice is a lemonade stand.” He withdrew and thrust deep. “Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“she wiggled closer to him, throwing her thigh over his. Not exactly initiating another round, but hanging out her shingle, anyway, to… — Ruthie Knox Thigh Copy Share Image
“Nev was the man in the parlor and the painter in his studio, the banker and the rugby player. The boyfriend who… — Ruthie Knox Lover Copy Share Image
“I love your hair.” He dropped his head and moved closer as she breathed and wondered and hoped. When his lips met… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“I have a few things that aren't black." "Of course you do darling. Only the ones I've seen are very small, and… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“It's easier to ignore all the bad shit in the light. Distract yourself with work and TV and other people. The dark… — Ruthie Knox Bad dream Copy Share Image
“I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I’d rip… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
