“I keep everything hidden because there's nothing about my true self that anyone likes. I'm not difficult, Sebastian. I'm the easiest person around. I don't belong, and I spend all my time pretending I do. Sometimes I get weary of… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“How long did it take her? People usually react to her fairly swiftly—either love or hate, there’s rarely an emotion between. A day? A… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“I pull back from my phone slightly and look at it askance. She did promise me there would be no more guilt trips, but let’s face it, if it were possible to make a living running a guilt travel agency, Mom would be rich. She can send me on a round-the-world guilt cruise on two minutes’ notice. If I complain,… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
“This is just a discussion section, which means that people—freshmen people, to be exact—spend time expounding on their theory of the world. Since almost… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“Miss Marshall was wearing a ghastly green gown, one that had no doubt been lent to her by a friend. It fit rather poorly, gaping at the bosom and stretching at the hips. The color dimmed the fire of her hair—which, without her normal pins, refused to stay in place. Little strands made an auburn halo around her head. He’d… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
“Her lips found his and a stab of exquisite desire shot through him. This is what he's been waiting for all this time. Not… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“Friendship was a concept men bandied about to save face when they were rejected.” — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“I keep everything hidden because there's nothing about my true self that anyone likes. I'm not difficult, Sebastian. I'm the easiest person around. I… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“I only said I would stop talking to you, he'd written. I never promised to stop loving you.” — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up. For… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
“ Jess again. Mark had called her Jessica . As if she were a full person, not a truncated portion of one.” — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“He snorted. “Are you lying to me, Miss Marshall?” “Of course I am.” She smiled at him. “I thought it would put you at… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“There’s a reason the hero is always called Prince Charming in all the stories. It’s not just an interchangeable name. It’s the same damned knight on a white horse, looking for a girl who’s grateful to be rescued. Once he’s managed the deed—and once she’s forgotten what she has to be grateful about, and started to realize that this is… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
