Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.

I understood that pain was real and sometimes things didn't last. Sometimes you just had to enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it's gone.

Hey, sexy. Why haven’t you called?” The cooing sound came from behind me, and I glanced back over my shoulder to see a familiar-looking brunette. “Because I’m the asshole who never calls,” I replied with a wink.

Love shouldn't make our choices for us; it should just add importance to our choices.

Luckily, I's learned at an early age that self-preservation was the only way to survive with your soul intact.

I was taking the bad boy off the market for good.

He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want.