The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.

In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have.

Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. “To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

I still don’t get why I have to eat breakfast if you don’t,” Josie muttered. “Because you have to be a certain age to earn the right to ruin your own life.

He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.

One can't help but marvel at the variety of ways that women had devised to make us look like flaming idiots.