“Sarah sits up and reaches over, plucking a string on my guitar. It’s propped against the nightstand on her side of the bed. “So . . . do you actually know how to play this thing?” “I do.” She lies… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“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… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“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… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“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
