He must have a magical dick because there’s no way I’d keep dating someone who cheated on me every week.

You know, at least Gabriel showed up announced like a gentleman. He even told Mila that she looked beautiful. You and your toothpick just show up, scaring me half to death.

I saw you in that fucking dress and I couldn’t help myself. I don't want you to see me like that all the time... I don’t want you to think I’m using you.

I know I talk a lot of shit... but I’m serious.” His warm thumb glides over my cheek and then across my bottom lip. “And since we can’t be loud for your dad’s sake, let me be gentle. Let me show you how much I care.

There isn't a submission in the world that can force me to tap out. If you get me in a hold, you better be prepared to snap a bone or kill me because I will not surrender. Call me stubborn, I know I am. Call me competitive or spoiled, I'm those things too, but what I am not, is weak.

If not for love, then what else?

Life comes at you hard and fast, it doesn’t slow for anybody. It weathers you, destroys you. It breaks down your mind, body, and soul until there’s nothing left. Then what?

You love who you love and that’s who you love.

Love only gives hope if it is returned. A love not returned works like poison.

....They're called "better halves" for a reason, I guess. You can't have one half that's worse than you. It'd be a disaster.