“You think we 're both fifty shades of fucked up, don't you?" - "Nah, not that bad. Maybe twenty-five shades.” — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“Have you ever gotten to know a woman – nonsexually? Besides from a background check?” “Not on purpose.” His answer was quick and honest.… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“Here I am, precious. I give myself freely. All of me, Alayna. No more walls or secrets or games or lies. I give you… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“But his eyes caught me. There was something I recognized in them—a sorrow or a longing that was both gripping and haunting. I saw… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“No, I’m not ever letting you go.” His words were raw with emotion. “I’ll let you leave here right now, but I’m not giving… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“Then, all of a sudden, everything changed. He dropped his hand to his side and his expression melted and transformed, and for the first… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“I wondered if he was opposed to nicknames for people in general, or if he just knew the weight of using a proper name—the… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“I moved around the couch and started to dig through his piles in search of the device. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable at a table?” Without looking at me his lips curved slightly as he said, “I wanted to be near you.” His answer surprised me. The other men in the room weren’t paying attention to us. He hadn’t said… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share
“This is everything I ever needed and never knew I wanted, wrapped up in the most beautiful of packages.” — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“He believed I could do more than I believed I could do. It was endearing and empowering, but also overwhelming.” — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“Are you kidding? Aren’t you worried I’ll become that hung up on you?” “I’m hoping you become that hung up on me.” — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“Pop takes a sip of coffee and puts it next to his iPad mini, which is only used for mah jong and some game called Ant Smasher. Then he folds his knobbled hands over his belly and levels a cut-the-bullshit stare at me. I call it the Vietnam look. It’s a look that says, I was in a fucking war...you… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share
