“And wasn't that what love was all about? Not the immediate bone-melting lust and roller-coaster emotions, but the promise of it all lasting, mellowing into something that got stronger, better every year.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Boyfriend?” He was smiling slightly. Karl rolled his eyes. “Not if you’re going to be like that about it.” “What, happy?” Aiden teased. “You… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Just looking at him made Andrew feel tense and irritated. It was wonder perfect strangers didn't go up to the guy and punch him… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“I swear I won't run away again, though. If I have to go, or if you ask me to, I'll walk away after saying… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“You won't want to leave when you've tasted Mom's fried chicken," Matt said with a touching faith in the power of grease.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“So far, everyone seemed to be paired off as neatly as if Noah had helped with the guest list.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“You're stalking me," Owen said. Sterling shook his head. "I prefer the word 'following'; it sounds less creepy." "But that doesn't make it any… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“His expression softened, which made Sterling's throat tighten just a little. “You've cannonballed into the deep end when you don't know how to swim,… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Enjoy your little field trip to the zoo—and, yes, some of the animals here do bite.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Tell me you spotted a condom tree over to the right by the stream of lube.” — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“Owen had been using the track for months, but he didn't recall Sterling doing anything more athletic than tapping his pencil against his desk… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“And wasn't that what love was all about? Not the immediate bone-melting lust and roller-coaster emotions, but the promise of it all lasting, mellowing… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
“He knew Doms who never sucked off their subs, claiming that it upset the power dynamic too much, tangled the lines drawn. To his… — Jane Davitt Copy Share Image
