“Then again, maybe that’s the definition of being screwed up. That we’re so damaged that regardless of what the other person says they’ve done, we just shrug and say, Hey, as long as you don’t leave me, we’re square.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“As Charlie is leaving the house, she somehow trips on the threshold and nearly face-plants onto the ground. I roll my eyes. How is… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women." "Chocolate?" "No." "Midol?" "What? No." "Tampons?" "Stop guessing," she says.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, princess. Ain’t no one do bad like I do.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“His pinched expression looks like he just smelled his own asshole.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“The front door is painted a rich, bright red. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile. Have I mentioned my love affair… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“My lips move against hers, and the kiss says everything I'd hoped to hear. It tells me she loves me, and that she's in… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“There's the guy who trained me, you sexy son-of-a-bitch. I knew you could do this. I told the assistant, I said, 'Do you even… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I glance in the mirror. Surprise, surprise—I look finger-lickin’ delicious.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“It's not strange seeing her now, even knowing the things I know. I thought maybe it would be, but it's not. To me, she's… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I point a finger at her. “Thanks, babe.” “I am not your babe.” “Whatev.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“At the end of the walkway is a cat. It struts with arrogance. You'd think it just won the Nobel Prize. But it didn't.… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
