“Mr. Haverstrom closes the door, leaving Patrick and me alone in the hallway. Pat smiles slickly, leaning in toward me. I step back until I press against the wall. It’s uncomfortable—but not threatening. Mostly because in addition to racquetball I’ve… — Emma Chase Copy Share
“Fine’s a funny word, don’t you think? I don’t think there’s another like it in the English language that says so much while actually… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“And for God's sake, don't let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can't even remember where she… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I AM ALL ABOUT SELF-DETERMINATION. Will. Control. I determine my path in life. I decide my failures and successes. Screw fate. Destiny can kiss… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’m going to fight to prove to you that this is real. That I’m not going anywhere and that what I feel for you… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“As she starts to speak, my mind is suddenly filled with every hot-teacher fantasy I’ve ever had. They’re playing out in my mind right… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Self-doubts are like weeds; if you don't deal with them right away, they multiply. And before you know it, your garden looks like a… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I prop my guitar up against the nightstand. Then I turn toward the bed and fall into it face first. The mattress is soft but firm, like a sheet of steel wrapped in a cloud. I roll around, moaning loud and long. “Oh, that’s good. Really, really good. What a grand bed!” Sarah clears her throat. “Well. We should probably… — Emma Chase Copy Share
“It doesn’t much matter what you say when you’re screwing anyway. Or how you do it. Slow and gentle or fast and violent—it’s the… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’ll never get tired of looking at her. Or kissing her. Pussy whipped, thy name is Drew. Yeah I know. It’s okay. I don’t mind. ‘Caue if this is the Dark Side? Sign me up. Seriously. Don’t be surprised if I start skipping down the street singing, “Zip-a-Dee-fucking-Doo-Dah.” I’m that happy.” — Emma Chase Copy Share
“I’m taking her to The Horny Goat, Agent St. James, not charging into battle. You and the rest of security are welcome to accompany us. We’ll have a few drinks—or a few dozen—sing some songs and all will be well.” “Oh, that sounds like so much fun!” Ellie claps her hands. And she turns those heartbreaking eyes on me. “Can… — Emma Chase Copy Share
“As the bills fall into the jar, Alexandra takes her hand. “Come on Mackenzie, let’s go to the American Girl store and spend some… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
