Over the past three years, we'd become each other's habit. And though he'd broken his habit of me when he walked away, I'd not broken my habit of him.
Tammara WebberNo importaba lo que le sucedía a alguna persona individual, la vida pasaba en otros lugares. La primera vez que Kennedy me besó, estaba a la razón de que al mismo tiempo, otras personas se separaban. Y la noche que Kennedy rompió mi corazón, en algún lugar —tal vez justo allí en mi dormitorio, otras personas se enamoraban.
Tammara WebberLook - guys are dogs. Women have known this since the beginning of time. Guys don't want to be chased; they chase. So if you're going to catch one, you have to know how to make him chase you.
Tammara Webberoh... so this is what all the fuss is about.
Tammara WebberHe's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.
Tammara WebberSo Buck can enjoy sitting in a cell contemplating how he blew up his life. That
dickwad hurt two people sitting at this table. And you’re worried about who’ll look bad if they tell? Screw that. Dean and D.J. and Kennedy and
every frat boy on this campus can all go fuck themselves. Are we sisters or not?
I didn’t realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. “’Scuse me,” he
grumbled, his tone more Get out of the way than Sorry I ran into you.
As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Kennedy and his fangirl hadn’t seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from
the floor. I straightened and looked into clear gray-blue eyes. “Chivalry isn’t really dead, you know.
I took a breath and blurted everything out before I was too chickenshit to say any of it. “I wanted to tell you that I just—I miss you. And maybe
that sounds ridiculous—like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and… everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. And I
miss—I don’t know how else to say it—I miss both of you.”
He swallowed, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly. I knew he would be all rational and do-the-right-thing and he would push me away again,
and I was determined not to give him that chance. But then his eyes flashed open and he said, “Fuck it,” pushing me against the door, slamming his
forearms on either side of my head and kissing me more forcefully than I’d ever been kissed
Your father is Dr. Lucas--one of the foremost minds in modern economics--and you're studying art? What the hell are you going to do with a degree in art?"
She drew herself up to all five foot two, eyes flashing, and said, "I'm going to make the world more beautiful. What are you going to do? Make money?
Jackie?"
"It wasn't your fault.
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