That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

Erin and I spent four hours shopping for dresses and shoes Tuesday night. She was going all out in her intention to make Chaz regret any decision he'd made that didn't include worshipping at her feet.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.

Woman, if i was straight, i would steal you from him so hard.