“Do you feel that, Jameson?” he implores breathlessly. “Can you feel it beating?” I can. “That’s for you. No one else makes me feel this way; no one has ever made me feel this way. No woman. No coach. No… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“Ethereal. Sweet, like she showers in flowers, rainbows, sunshine and shit.” — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“Soon she’s going to have me holding babies and volunteering with old people, I just fucking know it. Whatever. I’d do it. I’d do… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“That’s fine. I’ve been fighting for better my whole life. One scared man-child isn’t going to stop me from finding it.” — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“I know she’s selfless, but only to a point. Kindhearted. Quiet. Inexperienced. Stronger than either of us recognize. Too goddamn trusting. Too goddamn sunny… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“Rhett Rabideaux may not be prince charming but he’s something else entirely: he’s real. He is who he is, and makes no apologies. He’s… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“Je ne te veux pas dans l’ autre chambre,” I repeat. “Restez avec moi.” Stay with me. Her breasts brush my chest, the pad… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“Dude, let’s be honest, you’re going to be a horrible boyfriend. Like, the fucking worst. You’re already off to a shitty start.” — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“God, I like him so much. Drown in his goodness. His kind spirit and pure heart. The romance of his second language. Sweet brown… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“Shit, I don’t know what the hell I’m saying. Violet is turning me into a fucking pansy. I used to be a hard ass,… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
