“He leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. It's so romantic and soft. I want to capture it in a mason jar and preserve it for later.” — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“Sex. He wants lots and lots of blowjobs. Oh god, I’m starring in a low-rent porno. Or worse… He” — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“I was supposed to be Nancy Drew, and instead I was Nancy Draw-the-blinds-and-put-it-in-me. Wait, what?” — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“I like a girl with baggage, Abby Mae. Keeps things interesting.” His comment was too much; it stripped away my normal sarcastic responses. I… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“It was the feeling you get when you fall face first into bed after a long day. That’s what being near Beck felt like.” — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“I can’t help but feel a kinship with Sirius Black—except instead of being locked away with thousands of soul-sucking dementors, I’ve only got one,… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“Haven’t either of you been with someone you’re so attracted to you can hardly stand it?” — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“I didn't plan to be this dysfunctional at 27, but dysfunctionality has a way of creeping up on you. One second, you're 22, wrapping… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“He bent down so I could hear him over the music. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a hard tone. Okay. Not… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“His cologne was practically hijacking my ovulation cycle and I had to fight the urge to let my face collapse onto his shirt and… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
“Kinsley, I'v never liked any girl more than I like M&Ms." "Am I getting close?" I joked. "I'd say I like you more than… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
