“My body is covered in marks, Cole.” Big deal. “Mine too, sweetheart.” She snorted. “Yours are war scars.” “Yours too, Christy. I waged war with others while you waged war with yourself. It’s the same. It’s just life; there’s nothing… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“You get the benefit of the doubt because according to the Eternal Sun gossip committee, you’re good as gold. They better be right, or… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“Max snorted. “Not a chance. Did you see his face when he found out you didn’t have shoes and were bleeding on my watch?… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“You're such a bitch; I tell I love you and what do you do next? You drop me like a bad habit. Hasn't it… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“You’re mine, and I will not give you up. Not today, not tomorrow, not fucking ever. You do not tell me what I deserve.… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“We’re trying to figure women out,” he explained. “What, in your opinion, would be the best Valentine’s Day present ever?” “We’re easy to please,… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter whether I can repair it or not. I want to be part of your life, and that also means the tough… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“Falling in love is fucking hard on the knees, especially on the untried and unwilling ones.” — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“Max shook his head in dismay. “Man, she’s agreed to marry you, but you haven’t closed the deal yet. James may get away with… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“Cole, this would work much smoother if you remove your hand from between my legs.” “Why? Are you gonna be talking with your pussy?” — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“You won’t lose me. There is nothing in this world that matters more to me than you. Absolutely nothing. You come first. Always. I… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“I want the right to spend time with you, not only fuck you. I want the right to stay for breakfast. And I want… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
“I'm going to take a wild guess here and say the hard-on you've been sporting all afternoon is not on account of Mr. Nicholson… — Elle Aycart Copy Share Image
