“Don’t leave me again,” he tells me, only he doesn’t just do it once. He says it over and over, until I’m melting. He’s going to have to let go, because hands traditionally can’t hold onto liquidised people.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don’t even…ohhhhh God. It’s all over your legs.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Am I … not what you were expecting?” Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you’re not what I was expecting.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“No, baby,” he said. “I ain’t never satisfied when it comes to you. Even when I’m right there touching you, I want more of… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“shakily. She tried not to grin, even though it was straining at her face. He wanted to play this seriously—to keep his rules while… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Oh God – accountability . Is there anything sexier on a man? Actual apologies . I could drown in him, I could.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Their legs tangle together real easy. His hand goes over hers, fingers interlacing. So natural, too, as though they’d never said a harsh word… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…” There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the dark blue… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“She loved him for doing things like calling her such a goof. He said it with such warmth and affection, as though her being… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
