“It’s been what – eleven years?” he says, his voice quieter now. “Twelve.” I swallow. “Twelve. Christ, yeah, right.” He runs his hand through his hair. “You look different ... but the same – you know,” he shrugs. “I know,”… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“How Nathan doesn't know I fancy him is beyond me. I may as well walk around with a sandwich board, saying 'I heart Nathan',… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“A girl who can dance – finally!” Stuart cheers, pulling my attention back to him, grabbing hold of my hips. “I’ve found my Ginger!… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“Oh God, you’re one of those pimps that takes girls off the streets and gets them addicted to drugs and turns them into prostitutes,… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“I'll never love anyone like I love him, and I'll always be his whether I'm with him or not.” — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“He stares at me steadily, for a long moment before looking away, but I read his eyes clearly. He wants me tonight. And from… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“I don't remember looking like this in the mirror this morning. Obviously, I still had my 'Tru looks awesome in anything' margarita goggles still… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“I didn’t stand a fucking chance against her. From the moment I met her, this was always inevitable.” — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“It’ll take more than a tattoo to stop me from getting inside you. Death, maybe.” — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“With you I know I can do it, because your my strength, Tru. You make me want to be a better man, a good… — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
“You will always be my June, Tru." "And you're my Johnny Cash, Jake.” — Samantha Towle Copy Share Image
