“That’s a thirty quid bottle of wine. You drink wine, I’ve seen you drink wine.” “There are two bottles of hundred quid whiskey out there, go and open one of those. I don’t want your poxy wine.” He glanced at… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I wanted to ask your grandad first, I wanted to talk to Luke. I wanted it to be so much more romantic than us… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I felt full of nervous energy so I went back inside the house, put on a music channel, and danced around the living room… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“You need to stop. That is so hot, you’re making me wet.” “Eww, are you wearing knickers under there?” “Nope. So expect a snail… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Hey, Lee, you finally grew some and went and got your girl, hey?” “Not sure if I’m fully forgiven yet, but I did a… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I love you enough that I stepped aside for the sake of your baby. I didn’t want to be the reason your child didn’t… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Saying ‘I love you’ is putting it in the plainest, simplest terms and doesn’t even begin to cover what I actually feel for you.… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“My phone buzzed and I pulled it from my pocket. Luke: 10 minutes, fucker, then I’ll be tying your dick to the exhaust of… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Rae Layton, I’ve loved you since the very first day I set eyes on you and your pink polka dot knickers, you are my… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Luke passed him a glass of the red wine we’d been drinking. Liam looked at it but didn’t take it from him. “What the… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I might not be the most sensitive type of bloke, but even I knew that asking one woman to be my wife whilst still… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“But his kisses, oh, fuck me, his kisses. They turned me into a puddle of lust, want, and need.” — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Great, can’t fucking wait.” Yep. Child. A sarcastic, Drambuie-drinking child with stalker tendencies.” — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
