Did women deserve to be treated like sluts? No. Did sluts deserve to be treated like sluts? Yes.
Jamie McGuireAbby being in my room made it feel like home, and the emptiness no longer seemed right.
Jamie McGuireMy front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.
Jamie McGuireShe seemed pissed about something, but I ignored it. She probably just wasn’t a morning person. Although with that logic, she wasn’t really an afternoon or night person, either. Come to think of it, she was kind of a cranky bitch . . . and I liked it.
Jamie McGuireDr. Webber rolled her eyes, unimpressed with my timing, and probably a little irritated with my lack of materials. I winked, and the slightest smile touched her lips.
Jamie McGuireStichwörter: sexy travis-maddox
I don’t want you to be sorry. I don’t want you to be anything,” I snapped. Her expression was the final straw. Of course she didn’t want to be around me. I was an infantil asshole that had the emotional control of a three-year-old. I shoved away from the table and pushed through the door, not stopping until I was sitting on my bike.
Jamie McGuireStichwörter: travis-maddox
The whole feeling-out-of-my-element thing was pissing me off, and then I had Pepé Le Pew over there threatening my death.
Jamie McGuireStichwörter: shepley walking-disaster pepé-le-pew
Her words at the party replayed in my mind.
If we were in another life, I could love you.
Abby was lying weak and sick in my arms, depending on me to take care of her. In
that moment I recognized that my feelings for her were a lot stronger than I thought. Sometime between
the moment we met, and holding her on that bathroom floor, I had fallen in love with her.
She did some sort of magic bra trick to get it off and out of her shirt. All women seemed to know the same maneuver.
Jamie McGuireStichwörter: travis-maddox
First, it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel things. Remember that. Second, be a kid for as long as you can. Play games, Travis. Be silly”—her eyes glossed over—“and you and your brothers take care of each other, and your father. Even when you grow up and move away, it’s important to come home. Okay?”
My head bobbed up and down, desperate to please her.
“One of these days you’re going to fall in love, son. Don’t settle for just anyone. Choose the girl that doesn’t come easy, the one you have to fight for, and then never stop fighting. Never”—she took a deep breath—“stop fighting for what you want. And never”—her eyebrows pulled in—“forget that Mommy loves you. Even if you can’t see me.” A tear fell down her cheek. “I will always, always love you.
Stichwörter: prologue travis-maddox walking-disaster
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