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387 pages, ebook
First published March 15, 2014


“For one night, I want to pretend like it’s me you’re promised to,” his thumb ran over my lips. “Mine to care for and adore. Say yes to ME. Even if it is only for tonight. Please?”
"She'd go back the next day and probably try to forget me. Probably try to forget we met at all. Well, fuck that. If I had anything to say about it, she wouldn't ever forget me."

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I wish I could have said that I'd never fucked around on a girl. Not that I was a prick or anything. I liked to think I was more of an opportunist. Sometimes opportunity climbed on your lap. Sometimes an opportunity bent over in front of you when you weren't wearing pants. Sometimes the back of an opportunity's throat itched and wanted me to scratch it with my cock.
Maybe I was a prick.
But I'd never strung a girl along. I'd never lied. Sure, I had hooked up with other women while I was with someone. Granted, it was at the end of the relationship every time. Call it a red flag for me. If I wanted to bang the shit out of one chick, while I was dating another one, it probably wasn't mean to be.














“…Anything I could get from Casey Moore was better than nothing at all. I would take any scrap of this man I was offered. That’s the night my heart split into two equal and separate pieces…”
“But I was positive that I wanted her the same fucking way people wanted summer in February and how dogs want their bellies rubbed. Naturally. Lighting her up came naturally to me.”
“Because Casey only likes chasing you. Because he doesn’t want the same things you do. He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want a home. He likes traveling and being carefree.”

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