“Get out, Heath.” “Why do you call him that?” she asks. “You already know that, Honey-girl. Sleep. Heath, get the fuck out of my house.” “The idiot used to wear a name tag that said Cash, so when he’d ask… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Mew - mew. Mew.” I jump back from her finger swipes. “I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name.” — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten.… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Who loves you, Warren Valentine?" She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.” — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Knock the bullshit off. Love her like crazy, endlessly, stripped of reserve and preservation. Be out of our fucking minds with love, lust and… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.” “It would be equally as… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please.” I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world.… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump.” I make a face, digging the bottle from… — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
