Bridget did the only thing she could do in this situation that wouldn't end with her doing a life stint in prison.… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“You . . . you don’t need all of this.” He turned thundercloud eyes on me. “You’re young and you have all your life… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’ve never been more sorry in my life about anything. … He dropped his forehead to mine and with a silky soft… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
A person is only complete when she has a true friend to understand her, to share all her passions and sorrows with,… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I almost apologized again, but apologies were really like wishes. There was an abundance of both in my life, and neither really… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“apologies were really like wishes. There were an abundance of both in my life and neither really made a difference.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness… — 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
