“And then he leaned back, staring down at his bride, and said, “You’re so beautiful.” I’m pretty sure every woman in attendance swooned. I sure as hell did. They” — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“Sure, I wouldn’t be in range to do more than dial 911 if she slipped and hit her head and fell into the water… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“But how do you know?” “Because it’s our book, Cassie. Yours and mine. This is our story, and I’ll be damned if I let… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“We were all well-off, grown-as-fuck men, but you’d be surprised by how similar we were to a group of teenage girls sometimes. “And” — Max Monroe Copy Share
“I shook my head. She didn’t respond. “See, the way phone conversations work, is that you actually have to say the words out loud.”… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“I might as well have offered up my vagina to the Museum of Natural History. Surely, it would be shown in the fossils display.… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“ Fuck you very much, Leslie. You always manage to ruin everything, but you didn’t ruin this. Disclaimer: You are NOT the Leslie… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“Beautiful?!” I shrieked, slamming the door to my apartment behind me. The walls shook from the undeserved abuse. “For fuck’s sake, all it takes… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“I’d sign up to flip burgers at the nearest fast-food joint if it meant avoiding doing vaginal exams on my sister. The mere thought… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“The commentators are calling him Boobear?” I asked, fighting a smile. “No, I nicknamed him Boobear. He looks like a giant teddy bear. He’s… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“But what made a man was not the absence of mistakes, but rather, the way he handled them when he made them.” — Max Monroe Copy Share
“And then he leaned back, staring down at his bride, and said, “You’re so beautiful.” I’m pretty sure every woman in attendance swooned. I… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“If you don’t want my tongue in your mouth, you better say so fast.” Her eyes had only the time to widen before my… — Max Monroe Copy Share
“She was beautiful in the way all women were, but she was also different. All this individuality that she never apologized for. It consumed… — Max Monroe Copy Share
