“She's not like he imagined. He won't admit to picturing how she'd be while he was growing up, but there was always something in the back of his head, a faint hope that maybe, one day. She's not like he… — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
“I deserve you least of all. But I want you the most. And I won't give up. The lengths I'm willing to go to...One… — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
“Ana has been visiting,” I say, matching his tone. “She keeps me company, and even though she’s terrible at pronouncing my name and clearly… — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
“She's not like he imagined. He won't admit to picturing how she'd be while he was growing up, but there was always something in… — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
“My smell. Do I smell like…?” “Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.” — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
“Pretty fucking tragic twist of fate, but you don’t seem to remember that we first met years ago. An issue, since I remember a… — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
“Clearly, sports were another thing Adam Carlsen excelled at—unfairly so.” — Ali Hazelwood Copy Share Image
