“You're flying to Chicago to get drunk and have other women shake their boobs in your face." "If it bothers you, I won't go," he said seriously. "No," I kicked at the table leg. "It doesn't bother me. Maybe I'm… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“I sounded so bad ass, but I was really weak, tired, and pretty much shattered inside. If he gave me a hard time, I… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“I hope Kyle Sterling rips your heart out of your chest and makes you choke on it.” — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“I think this is simultaneously the most ridiculous and most serious conversation we've ever had," I said. "I don't like Jell-O and you wear… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“ready for sex, but my body had been so receptive to his touch. Was it like that for everyone else? I wish I could… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“I have a confession," he said softly. "Oh no," I sighed. "It's not about the gloves is it?" "No," he grinned, and gave me… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“Well, the plenty of fish in the sea thing is bullshit," I said. "The other fish are weird, smell funny, or hooked on someone… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“In a cab back in Jersey, I finally answered one of thirty-three of Kyle's text messages (he called forty-seven times, I shit you not.… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“I don't know which one is the real you," I said. "Are you more like Kyle the dick or Kyle the good guy?” — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“I still care about you.” “But you wish you didn’t.” “I really fucking wish I didn’t,” — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
“Who lives in a pineapple under your jeans?" He sang softly. "SpongeBob booty pants!" He ended his little song with a soft slap to… — L.D. Davis Copy Share Image
