“Jesus Christ, you’re soaking wet. Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs? I can feel it through fucking flannel, honey. Oh my God, I can feel it through flannel ,” he said, the first words… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don’t even…ohhhhh God. It’s all over your legs.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Am I … not what you were expecting?” Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you’re not what I was expecting.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“No, baby,” he said. “I ain’t never satisfied when it comes to you. Even when I’m right there touching you, I want more of… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“shakily. She tried not to grin, even though it was straining at her face. He wanted to play this seriously—to keep his rules while… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Oh God – accountability . Is there anything sexier on a man? Actual apologies . I could drown in him, I could.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Their legs tangle together real easy. His hand goes over hers, fingers interlacing. So natural, too, as though they’d never said a harsh word… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…” There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the dark blue… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“She loved him for doing things like calling her such a goof. He said it with such warmth and affection, as though her being… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
