“heat flashed in his eyes like a tiger spying its prey, and my panties liquefied. Then like a flash, he was all detached amusement again, a bored god surveying the lowly human and her foibles, and I couldn’t help but… — Lila Monroe Copy Share Image
“I’m a goddess right now; everyone should come and offer gifts of chocolate and mojitos. That’s my currency. “Do” — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“You have more fun with her than you do on your own. Everything’s an adventure. You’re compatible in the ways that matter. The sex… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Anger is a powerful force. It has started and ended wars, won the vote for marginalized groups like women and people of color, and… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“I should invest in some serious real estate in the state of denial; it was fan-fucking-tastic there.” — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Wait, is he . . . jealous? Well, who am I not to make the most of this unexpected gift?” — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Ah well. When in Vegas, ignore the douches, let the good times roll, and always carry a spare set of panties in your purse,… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“And when it comes to men . . . well, who wants a guy who’s three minutes and done when you could have a Mr. ‘Rock Your… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Open displays of emotion make me more uncomfortable than itching powder in a pair of sandpaper panties,” — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Can we get them some ring pops, like in the proposal scene in Deadpool? Will I have to carry them down the aisle clenched… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“It’s not my name. It’s Lola Sinclair’s name. And right underneath, beside Groom . . . . “Peyton Manning?” I say, looking up at Nate in bewilderment.… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Ruby,” Will says, still staring. “What the—?” I open my mouth to explain, but there’s basically no rational explanation for this. So I don’t.… — Lila Monroe Copy Share
“Hair-trigger temper? Stevie! Inability to trust men? Stevie! Global warming? Probably Stevie! Especially since he’s always leaving the fridge open.” — Lila Monroe Copy Share
