“I knew what I had to do. I had to find some way to make us not hate ourselves or each other for what we’d done. If we slunk away, miserable and ashamed, the wrong was all we would remember… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“These aren’t me!” I screamed in a whisper, two tears slipping down my cheeks. “Whatever you see, it’s not me. I’m just a fuck-up… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“A half-empty bottle of vodka sat on the bedside table, and his sketchbook was open on the king-size bed. Several sketches, only three of… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“You ain’t no plastic doll, boy,” he growled, inches away from Rhys’s lips. “You just need to be handled right.” — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Ew. Can you not talk about my dad ogling people? Scarlett Johansson may be gorgeous, but still.” “It’ll be a challenge, but I think… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Of course, to my utter mortification, he looked amused. I half-expected him to start golf clapping. “Ooh, epic bitch fit! I give it five… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“The deafening report of the next rocket to go up masked my squeak when his hand slipped into my lap. “Oh, God.” I gasped,… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Don’t you see, angel?” His arms tightened around me. “You’re still on your feet. You may hate yourself for every little mistake you make,… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Yeah, well there’s your first problem. You don’t get it. You can’t even see what you did. You’re going to sit here today and… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Good thing about hanging out with a pregnant woman: designated driver by default.” — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Well, look at it this way,” Robin reasoned as I sat with him and Geoff at their kitchen table that night, half-plastered from the… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“I ended up taking Ben & Jerry and the Gallo brothers home that night, so it was a real orgy, if a very maudlin… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“I had this coming. I just have to take my medicine. I think I’ll spend the weekend brooding about what a shitty friend I… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
