“When have I ever given him the impression that I was okay with him just stopping by whenever he wanted to use my body as an organic garbage disposal?” — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“He kissed me. He kissed me like a thousand promises were being exchanged through that one kiss.” — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“So,” Danny said with his mouth full of toast. He looked at Archer. “Does this mean I have to call you Mom?” “Yes,” Archer… — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“So I'd lie there, lingering in that space between sleep and consciousness, and let him touch me in all the ways he wanted.” — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“Do you know how to peel potatoes?” he asked. “I’m a bad cook, not a moron.” He” — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“What do you mean I didn’t answer your question? I told you everything about me. I told you something personal.” My jaw was slack… — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“Do you know how beautiful you are? And not just this.” He traced his finger along my jawline, the tip of his thumb brushing… — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
“When have I ever given him the impression that I was okay with him just stopping by whenever he wanted to use my body… — Nash Summers Copy Share Image
