“I felt like I was well on my way to becoming the neighborhood cat lady. All I needed were the cats.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“His brother fell silent again, another oddity for Chad. Several seconds passed. “Bro, all of us are a little fucked up.” “No… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“What are you doing, Avery?” I held up my bottle. “Drinking. What are you doing?” His icy blue eyes narrowed. “That’s not… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“All right, when you guys start talking about waxing unmentionable places, that's my cue to get the hell out of here.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Good, because if the guy isn't making you walk funny after sex, then probably isn't anything to write home to mom about.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Jase turned his head to me, brows raised. “If I liked guys—you know, swung that way, I’d get naked after that.” I… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I love your sense of humor and the fact you never ate grits before. There’s so much I love about you that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“It was too early for any of my friends to have come home. Hell, it wasn't even nine yet, which meant it… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Yes, because in a zombie apocalypse, there's a lot of downtime to get your hair done.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I really don’t think you could appear any badder, Ollie.” He huffed as he kicked up his legs onto the coffee table. “At least… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“What I needed was to lose myself in a good book, one with tons of sex and angst, complete with an unbelievable happily-ever-after that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“As cocky as this sounds, I knew I could walk onto that campus and get a date with the nearest available girl. Probably even… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I never swallowed before. The idea of it wigged me out, but not with him. Apparently, it was my inner porn star.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.” “Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch. “Oh… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
