Quote by J. Lynn Download Open image ““Did you really think you were going to escape me twice, Bridget?”” — J. Lynn ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“His hands slipped down her neck and landed on her shoulders. Tipping his chin down, his fevered eyes met hers. “Are you sure that’s… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“Bridget felt like she'd been sucked into a game of Clue. Delaney did it. In the football field. With an iron bar. Again, she… — Samantha Blake Copy Share Image
“She was silent for a moment, trying to force her thoughts into words her tongue could articulate. “I don’t know. I’m saying we should go out sometime. I’m saying that I want to see you without your lab coat, and I want to wear a nice dress and maybe a pair of shoes like your Barbie doll over there.” She… — Emmie White Copy Share
“Bridget loved the Marly who glittered and preened, but this was the woman she remembered. That was how the story went. That was how… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Bridget decided she should at least enjoy some of the advantages of having a pretend boyfriend, especially the 3 Fs. Flowers. Fine Dining. Fine-looking… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“You know, I was going to go home and cry into my Haagen-Dazs, Bridgette Jones style, but I think I'll just hang around for a bit. You mind?” — Jodi Ellen Malpas Copy Share
“Bridget's fiancé keeps giving her late-night booty calls. Although he has to ring at midday so she can get there in time.” — Bridget Golightly Copy Share Image
“expect me to stand here?" the maid asked in a low hiss. "I'm sorry, Bridget,” — Antoinette Stockenberg Copy Share Image
“She’s been trying to escape since she was little. The thing I don’t think she’s realized is that eventually you have to stop. And… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“Greta was squinting at the Pants. "Are those yours?" she asked. Bridget nodded. "Would you like me to wash 'em for you? A little… — Ann Brashares 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 my God,” I said, taking a handful of chips. I needed the calorie fortitude for where this conversation was heading. Brittany nodded. “Makes sense then. I mean, with the whole not sharing cookies with ugly girls.”… — J. Lynn Copy Share
