Karen

“Sweet baby Jesus, Blue Eyes was…
He was gorgeous in all the ways that made girls do stupid things. He was tall, a good head or two taller than me and broad at the shoulders, but tapered at the waist. An athlete’s body—like a swimmer’s. Wavy black hair toppled over his forehead, brushing matching eyebrows. Broad cheekbones and wide, expressive lips completed the package created for girls to drool over. And with those sapphire-colored eyes, holy moley…”
― J. Lynn, Wait for You

“No, but it was a close call. Brought you something.”
“Turtle pee?”
Cam laughed and shook his head as he reached into his backpack. “Sorry to let you down, but no.” He pulled out papers stapled together. “It’s a syllabus. I know. Thrilling shit right here.”
― J. Lynn, Wait for You

“Good?” Cam said. “Right?”
I took another bite and nodded.
“Well, I have a whole ton of them at home.” He stretched as he rolled up his napkin. “Just saying.”
― J. Lynn, Wait for You

“You’re joking, right?”
“No. I’ve been living here for a while—like a couple of years with my roommate. You know, the fucktard who put poor Raphael outside.”
“Hey!” the guy yelled from inside their apartment. “I have a name. It’s Señor Fucktard!”
― J. Lynn , Wait for You