“He really cares about you," ... "When you were hurt, he wouldn't leave your side." "I know." "No, I mean ...we hear… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Sorry Raphael. My friends are complete, fucking….” He looked up. I tried to jerk back inside, but it was too late. Cam… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“We can’t be friends. I can’t be friends with you, because I love you, and you’ve hurt me.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Oh God,” Jase groaned, rubbing a hand down his jaw. “She’s a friend, Dad.” “Uh-huh.” His father backed up, picking up the… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don’t want to tell us. — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
A person is only complete when she has a true friend to understand her, to share all her passions and sorrows with,… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I really don’t think you could appear any badder, Ollie.” He huffed as he kicked up his legs onto the coffee table. “At least… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“What I needed was to lose myself in a good book, one with tons of sex and angst, complete with an unbelievable happily-ever-after that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“As cocky as this sounds, I knew I could walk onto that campus and get a date with the nearest available girl. Probably even… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I never swallowed before. The idea of it wigged me out, but not with him. Apparently, it was my inner porn star.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.” “Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch. “Oh… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
