Did last night really happen?" One side of his lips tipped up, and my chest swelled. I'd missed that smile. "Depends on… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I think the key to the start of any good relationship is to remember how the other person likes their coffee. — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
We’ve all done stuff we aren’t proud of. If you knew…” He shook his head. “The point is, I don’t know why… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
You’re nice to me because you think I’m pretty?” “And because you have brown eyes. I’m a sucker for big old brown… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
It was a Friday night, she was at a club, and a good-looking man was currently giving her the I-want-to-take-you-home-and-I-hope-I-last-longer-than-five-minutes look… and… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Avery: "So I've been doing some thinking." Cam: "Oh God." Avery: "Shut up. — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I really don’t think you could appear any badder, Ollie.” He huffed as he kicked up his legs onto the coffee table. “At least… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“What I needed was to lose myself in a good book, one with tons of sex and angst, complete with an unbelievable happily-ever-after that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“As cocky as this sounds, I knew I could walk onto that campus and get a date with the nearest available girl. Probably even… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I never swallowed before. The idea of it wigged me out, but not with him. Apparently, it was my inner porn star.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.” “Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch. “Oh… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
