“Dead Uncle Steve?” I grit my teeth. “He’s not dead. He looks like Tom Hanks from Castaway, though. Minus the volleyball.” — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why I latched onto the idea of being friends, but it sits right with my gut. I want Hartley in my… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think the universe has decided I'm not allowed to be happy.” — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“I see you. I see your hurt and your loneliness. I see your pride, and the way it stops you from leaning on anyone.… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“You dont know me. You dont know anything about me, and you havent even tried getting to know me, so youre not allowed to… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“There aren’t any cameras here. This isn’t for show. This is as real and as awful and as wonderful as it gets. I’d hold… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“I’m Easton Royal, superficial and only interested in how to have a good time. I don’t want to look deep into my being and… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“You told me not to settle. You said to find my passion, but I don’t know what that is. I only know what I… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“I’m the design flaw in the Royal family, the one who isn’t quite like the others, the one who crashes and burns more often… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“I get it – you want to see me without my shirt on. You know what? Let me give you a sneak peek. It’s… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
“I’m confused right now.” I rub my sweaty palms on my knees. Oak drags his index finger along my lower lip. “I know, baby.… — Erin Watt Copy Share Image
