“And what am I doing?” “You?” he eyed me appreciatively. “You’d just stand around and look pretty.” “And?” “Give me blow jobs.” I punched him in the arm. “What?” he laughed. “I know you love the cock.” “Shut up.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“We can go steady and you can wear my letterman jacket.” “Ooooh, maybe,” she said playfully. “What letter is on it?” “No letter, just a picture of a cock.” She snorted. “Of course there is.” “It's a rooster, you pervert.”… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Well, maybe you can make me dinner sometime,” he says to me, his voice taking on this silken quality that feels like stepping into… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“She needed to appreciate the art of violence, the beauty in fear, the fragility of her own life.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Mistaking obsession for love is one of the greatest mistakes you'll every make” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“I’m not…” He paused. “I’m here. I’m staying here, by your side. This is more than just two people shacking up together. This is… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“I told you. I'm always hard for you, I'm just good at hiding it. Which, actually, isn't easy when your dick is the size… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“He lied. I lied. Any love that starts out under a lie is bound to kill you. I just didn't want to die on… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Perry,” he said quietly, his fingers trailing down the side of my face, “you’ll never have to save my life. You gave me life.… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“The way my imagination was running I’d be thinking I was possessed by everyone in hell.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“This is the moment. We need to take it.” His breath at my ear and my own breathing seemed to match, to build. Heat… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
