Love Hate Anger Quotes

“Expensive shoes, expensive shirts, expensive trousers that are tight enough to hug his perfect…
Stop it, Gwen. My face is burning. Stop thinking about his fucking trousers.
I sigh. It’s sickening and irrational, but it would be a lie to deny that I find Harrisford Briggs good-looking— even if he is a total wanker. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He already won the looks, wealth, and ketones-smelling lotteries; it would be too much for him to also have a half-decent personality.
Oh well. It doesn’t matter. I’m a full-grown, mature adult, and I can definitely appreciate a man’s beauty while staunchly hating everything else about him.
I lie awake for almost an hour, stewing over my memories of Harrisford. Eventually, the last of my resolve crumbles, and I allow my fingers to sneak beneath my waistband. And soon enough I fall asleep, the liquid warmth of pleasure settled deep within my belly, the echo of Harrisford’s name still lingering on my lips.”
― Keshe Chow, Strange Familiars