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424 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 29, 2013
Love was a choice that I was capable of making just as much as it was a risk I was capable of taking.
“Italians who speak Italian should be illegal, or at least come with warning labels—may make your panties explode.”
“Italians who speak Italian should be illegal, or at least come with warning labels - may make your panties explode.”
“You have to know that I’m in love with you, you have to know that I’ve loved you since we were kids, since before I can remember.”
“I don’t want to be fair! I’m not interested in being nice! You’re right. I’m playing games with you and I’m playing dirty because I want you, I need you, to be with you, to hear your voice, your laugh, to hold you, to touch you...”
The first thing I noticed was that his unshaven stubble from last week had grown into a haphazardly trimmed, close cut beard. And looking like sex on a stick – if sex were Italian and the stick had an unfair amount of charisma – he sauntered to us.
My dad decided to take me to Ireland at the end of the summer …
”When was the last time you were happy?”
She was really very lovable for a kid
Italians who speak Italian should be illegal, or at least come with warning labels - may make your panties explode.
STAY WITH ME
“Italians who speak Italian should be illegal, or at least come with warning labels - may make your panties explode.”
“Nothing is more frustrating than being attracted to someone who is a complete jerk – except for maybe also caring about that person despite continued abuses. I was such an idiot.”
“I don’t want to be fair! I’m not interested in being nice! You’re right. I’m playing games with you and I’m playing dirty because I want you, I need you, to be with you, to hear your voice, your laugh, to hold you, to touch you...”
“You have to know that I’m in love with you, you have to know that I’ve loved you since we were kids, since before I can remember.”
"Nico wasn't interested in me anymore. He also wasn't my type.
He was hot like lava and sexy like cake. Wait...Like lava cake. Yum.
He was annoyingly witty and intelligent.
He was thoughtful and kind to his family.
He was too likeable, too charismatic.
...okay, he was my type. Damn it."
"Are you my best friend?"
"Yes. I'm your best friend. We're best friends." I smiled at her and my chin wobbled.
This family was going to be the death of me. I decided I needed to knit her more sweaters, maybe some matching hats, as well as some dolls. I also resolved to buy her a doll house...and a real pony."
"Listen, I wanted to use you - your body - and have sex a few times, maybe weeks, maybe for a few months, hopefully there would be oral involved. But hey, I was willing to accept just the basics - and no butt sex. I don't do that. I've seen enough rectal tears in the ER to last a lifetime. However, just so we're clear, I was never interested in dating you."
He frowned. "You wanted to use me for sex?"
"Yes."
"Like friends with benefits?"
"No. Like benefits with no friends"
Boy Bands are sent by God to aid women of all ages in their quest to avoid reality, but specifically to trick young women into believing that males think about topics other than sex.
“Elizabeth Finney, you are extraordinary. And for heaven’s sake, no one ever works through all their issues. Perfection is the definition of boring.”
“When did the boy with a premature ejaculation problem arrive to the party? I’ll give you a hint, he came too early.”
“Greg and I fall in and out of love constantly, depending on what time of the month it is, how much sleep I’ve gotten, how the kids are behaving, and whether he’s done the dishes within the last three days.”
❝You have to know that I’m in love with you, you have to know that I’ve loved you since we were kids, since before I can remember.❞
❝I don’t want to be fair! I’m not interested in being nice! You’re right. I’m playing games with you and I’m playing dirty because I want you, I need you, to be with you, to hear your voice, your laugh, to hold you, to touch you…❞
❝Oh, and Elizabeth?❞
❝Yeah?❞
❝What are you wearing?❞
❝Uh, my pajamas. Why?❞
❝What do they look like?❞
He was a dirty bird. Two could play at this game. ❝Actually…❞ I stretched. ❝I’m naked.❞
This statement was met with silence. I opened my eyes, stared at the ceiling. ❝Nico, Are you still there?❞
❝Yep.❞ His voice sounded strained.
I laugh lightly. ❝Are you okay?❞
❝Oh, me? Yeah. I’m great. I was just thinking about the fact that we’re wearing matching outfits.❞