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Unknown Binding
First published September 27, 2014

‘Tristan Green is an arrogant asshole.
So he may be in the variety of I-want-to-rip-off-your-clothes-and-lick-you-like-an-ice-cream-cone-asshole. But an asshole nonetheless.’
‘“I just can’t believe you hang out with people like that now, Tris. What happened to you?”
“Me?” I ask, feeling my own face burn. “Look at what’s happened to you. Never would you have taken the shit those girls were dishing out. Not the Aria I knew.”
“That Aria is dead,” she says, each word forced out. She looks small as she says them.
It has me staggering back, a shot to the guy.
She seems so defeated, so beaten down as she stands in front of me with her slumped shoulders and dark circles under her eyes. Yet she’s still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I can’t fucking stand it. For the first time since high school, I can’t push these thoughts out of my head. I can’t compartmentalize Aria.’

‘It’s the strangest sensation. I’ve despised this guy for so long – for everything he’s said and thought about me. For hurting me. Yet being with him like this, giving and taking pleasure, it’s such a potent drug. The power I feel in the moment is extraordinary, yet difficult to fully understand.’
‘There is no doubt in my mind that an affair with Aria would be incredible. We are drawn together in a purely primal way. It’s a sensation where you know it probably isn’t a good idea, yet it is the best fucking thing you’d ever heard of. Like those chips you can’t have only one of, that artisan cheese that makes your mouth water, the perfect full-bodied cabernet, the chocolate layer cake. Endorphin rushes and pure bliss. Best consumed in small doses. That’s what we are together, and what we need to remember. That’s why this situation is perfect.’
“But right now, let’s just get this first fuck out of the way. Good, old fashioned, vanilla sex.”
Aria’s mouth drops open.
“You’re so romantic,” she says.
“This isn’t about romance, sweetheart.”
“You know, I really dislike you,” she says with a smile.
Yeah, this just might work.
“Likewise,” I say. “Now let me see those beautiful tits of yours.”
‘“This is bad,” I say as we spread out on Tristan’s bed complexly spent.
“Bad, are you crazy? Tris asks.
“It’s so bad. I don’t think I could say no to you if I tried. It can’t be a good thing to give up control all the time, no matter how much I love it.”
“You love it?” he asks with so much emotion, it make me melt a little.’
‘The trouble is, I didn’t know that kind of love existed. But it does and I can’t unsee it. I know.
It was so much better when I didn’t.’


"One day a week. Four days each month. Fifty-two goddamn times each year. On the other three-hundred-fourteen days, we could go back to business as usual."
"So at the ripe old age of twenty-one - when most girls are in school, going to parties, and sowing their oats - I'm going home to rebuild my life after my failed marriage, while caring for a toddler on my own."
"Yep, in the spam of ten minutes, I've gone from Magic Mike to Jonah Hill."
"I want you spread across my bed, or up against the wall, or bent over my kitchen table. I'm not picky about where, and we already know when."
"We've finally moved beyond a critical state to stable condition."