“My scars run deep. Take what you want. I am all that you need. I am imperfect. Cut me open and watch me bleed. Tears for you. I am imperfect. When you are so perfect. To me.” — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“For the first time in over a decade, Dagger was thinking he might want this to be more than physical, and that was something… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“If you spend too much time thinking about doing something, you won’t ever have enough time to experience it or feel it. And feeling… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“How about we move forward from here, first day of forever, and no one from our past is relevant to what we have together.” — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“If he didn’t at least take a closer look at this, he’d spend the rest of his days wondering: what if.” — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“He quickly reached for his lyric book and started writing. You sing to me through laughter. I see it dancing in your eyes. Pieces… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“Your past wasn’t a lie,” he said. “What you felt then was real – in that moment, but as we age, we evolve. We… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“You're destroying me,” Chase whispered. “If you like my finger, imagine how good my cock would feel in there.” Alex thrust his cock up,… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“This isn't a life choice, like suddenly waking up one day and deciding you want to be a vegetarian. This is part of who… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“Damn! If she had any idea what her bare toes did to me, she'd never take off her shoes again.” — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“This won’t be easy, and there will always be those who want to hate us for loving each other.” — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“One of the first things I learned about you is your tendency to over-think everything. Sometimes it’s better” — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“Hey, dick head," he yelled with hands on his hips. "Don't even think of coming back here and telling me you shook anything more… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
“An invisible burden had been lifted from the deepest parts of his soul. How could that not change a person? For the first time… — Ann Lister Copy Share Image
