“Sometimes you have to go through the crap to find the good stuff, you know? Shit makes the flowers grow.” — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“He didn't touch me. He could have—he had the perfect reason to—but he didn't. Instead he bent to collect my papers before the breeze could whisk them away. Instead he picked up my satchel from the sidewalk and asked if I was okay. Instead he stood between me and the busy street while I brushed the dirt from my palms… — Nina Lane Copy Share
“So pretty with her long hair and bright eyes. And so pure and damaged at the same time, like a priceless vase threaded with… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“Christ Liv, sometimes the way you look at me makes me feel like I can hang the fucking moon.” “Because I’ve always believed you… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“And the most valuable lesson I’ve learned will forever live in my heart, right beside my husband. Love the one who proves to you… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“I press my face against her sweet-smelling hair. “You’ll always be my allure.” — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“I knew I could be everything for him that he was for me. I could heal his wounds, be his anchor, treasure him. Together… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“I want to grab her and shove her up against the nearest wall. Rip her clothes off and fuck her until the earth trembles… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“I put my hands flat on the table. Lean in to look her in the eye. “So she was a student when we met. She was also schlepping coffee. Best damn coffee I’ve ever had. One look at her and I was a goner. Done. Since that day, I’ve never had it so good. So don’t try and put her… — Nina Lane Copy Share
“Our marriage has always been an island, a safe place where sea-dragons and monstrous creatures can’t reach us. Now we’re letting them in, gnashing… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know this kind of love existed, the kind that can both shatter you to pieces and make you whole.” — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
“Right now I want you naked against me," Dean says. "I want to wake up cold because you’ve hogged all the blankets. I want to feel your leg between mine, your hair in my face, your arm flung across my chest. I want to find myself on the edge of the bed in the morning because you’ve sprawled all over… — Nina Lane Copy Share
