“God damn, I wish I could fast-forward time and be old and wrinkly. How awesome would that be? No more worrying about getting ogled by douche bags like Trent Gibson, or getting all hormonal and bothered against my will over… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“When Grant Blue reaches me, he bends his head down close enough that I can smell the soap and promise on his skin. Clean living and popularity—It’s quite the aftershave, let me tell you. If I’m being honest, the fact… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“I know what you're thinking. ‘How the hell does this broke ass piece of trailer trash know words like caveat,’ right? Well guess what?… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“God damn, I wish I could fast-forward time and be old and wrinkly. How awesome would that be? No more worrying about getting ogled… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“His jaw was clenched. His breathing became labored, like he was carrying something heavy. She watched the muscles in his throat working, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, hard. Victory. At that moment, she knew he wouldn’t try to stop her. She stepped forward, raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Softly. Then she pulled back, challenge unspoken.… — Isobel Irons Copy Share
“When Grant Blue reaches me, he bends his head down close enough that I can smell the soap and promise on his skin. Clean… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“So completely stunned by the force of that smile, Sam found himself helpless to do anything but watch as she quickly closed the gap between them. Her hands reached up to grasp his chin, and he bent down to her, not really knowing why he did it. It was like gravity, so natural that the compulsion was inescapable. Her heels… — Isobel Irons Copy Share
“Bitch, please,” Brady pursed his lips like a duck. “You know I’ll be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn’t remotely fat—just a little round-faced. So Margot did what… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“See, the thing is, I had a little misunderstanding with Trent Gibson in Pre-Calculus earlier. I dropped my textbook on his face—accidentally, while we… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“So,” he said, as he continued to pull on her arm, bringing her closer. “Do you accept my apology?” Viola opened her mouth to… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
