Peta G

“Tell her. Confess.
If I told her now, she might not give me cake.
Daniel, confess.
But... cake.
No cake until you confess.
Shit.”
― Penny Reid, Marriage of Inconvenience

“We’d spent two years—two fucking years—with a misunderstanding between us. I didn’t want to do that again, not even for two hours.

So what am I going to say?

It was a particular place to be, this limbo. It had me asking myself philosophical questions and thinking things like,

What is love?

And, How do you know you’re in love?

And, Why does she think she loves me?

And, If this shitty feeling is love, I’m going to be so pissed.

Because if this shitty feeling was love, if this choking, desperate mix of happiness and pain I felt every time I saw her or thought about her was love, if I’d been in love with her this whole fucking time and I’d been lying to myself and lying to her and wasting time, then I deserved a big, fat fucking punch in the face.

“Crap,” I said, shaking my head at myself.”
― Penny Reid, Marriage of Inconvenience

“I embraced it. Actually, I tackle-hugged it.”
― Penny Reid, Marriage of Inconvenience

“I swear Seamus was conceived by anal sex. There’s no other explanation for him being such an asshole.”
― Penny Reid, Marriage of Inconvenience