Miracles do happen. You just admitted to a mistake. What was your mistake? Not f-cking me sooner?'
'It was my mistaken-' he turned and met her eyes '-thinking we had all the time in the world.
And although two people can love each other deeply, sometimes love alone doesn’t cut it. We can only sacrifice so much of ourselves in a relationship before there’s nothing left to love or be loved.
Tiffany ReiszExcuse me," Zach began, trying to regain control of this conversation, "but didn't I repeatedly insult you this morning?"
"Your kvetching was very fetching. I like men who are mean to me. I trust them more." -Zach to Nora
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…”
“Eight days,” Søren supplied. “Eight days since my last confession. Let’s see… where to start?”
“Pace yourself, Eleanor. If you forget something, I will remind you.
Once upon a time,” Nora said, as she fluttered a series of kisses over his shoulders that sent every nerve in his body reeling, “a very poor girl from a fucked-up family became a famous writer with a wicked pen and an even more wicked tongue who made seven figures a year. And she went everywhere she wanted to and did everything she wanted to. And nobody ever tried to stop her. And she had her own pet Angel who needed to learn how to talk. So guess what she did?”
“What?” Michael asked. He laughed in surprise as Nora slammed him down onto his back and slid on top of him. She brought her mouth onto his and forced his lips apart.
“She gave him her tongue.
You have no idea who he is, Suzanne. If you judge him by his actions, you will never know him.
Tiffany ReiszIf it’s an abomination, Dad, you’re just doing it wrong. Bear down hard, then release. It’ll fit better.
Tiffany ReiszYeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies ourselves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz...but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman's heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.
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But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him.
"Yes, you were."
"Yes, sir."
"Lay down on your back."
"Very yes, sir.
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I won't ask you to stay," he said. Eleanor could barely look at him althought there was nothing more she wanted to do than memorize every line and angle of his face. "But I want to."
She inhaled sharply and forced a smile.
"I won't say 'yes' if you do ask...but I want to.
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