“Marie,” he whispered against my hair. “Yes?” I closed my eyes, bracing. “You’re holding me too tight.” “Oh, sorry.” I loosened my… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He whispered against my stomach, allowing his hot breath to spill over my chest, sharpen the… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“Yes?” “My heart keeps discovering new ways to love you,” he whispered, like it was a secret. A magnificent, beautiful, perfect secret.” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“You took one commercial flight, Steven. One.” “Shhh!” he pressed his finger to his lips and loud whispered, “He’ll hear you.” I… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“What?” I whispered, suspicious, still fighting my flare of hormones. Or, more precisely, whoremones. That’s” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“No. Since I first saw you. Since I first laid eyes on you and felt sorry for every beautiful thing that was made no… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“I didn't care about embarrassing myself further. What was one more debit of mortification when my balance sheet was already in the red by… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“He was the dehydrated horse. He had to drink water himself. He had to want it.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“she’s too quiet about it.” “Isn’t that the point of leading by example?” Kat frowned at her ball of yarn, more of a tangled… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Boy bands are sent by God to aid women of all ages in their quest to avoid reality, but specifically to trick young women… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Proposing is like giving someone your dick and a sharp knife, then waiting to see what they do next.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“I felt abruptly as though I’d just been peed on. I didn’t want to be peed on. ***” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Why are heroines in romantic novels—despite their cleanliness and enviable lifestyles—so unlikeable? It’s like they’ve been hit with a vanilla ninny stick, devoid of… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“this post-modern individualism is harmful, that we—Western society—have become lazy in our dependencies and relationships. To say, ‘Don’t attempt to love another until you… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“You’re a good kisser.” It sounded like an accusation. I shrugged, giving her a satisfied smile. “I practice.” Her gaze sharpened. “Oh?” “Yes. With my pillow. And a watermelon that one time.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Why do you look like that, Duane?" "Like what, Cletus?" "Like your heart is diseased.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“I was planning to sort my comic books based on level of second wave feminist influence.” “As opposed to first wave?” “Yes, well, Susan… — Penny Reid Copy Share
