Trinity Michelle

“I just feel like I need more time.… I really just feel ambushed, you know? I mean, I thought I had so much more… time. I thought I had all summer to impart my wisdom about work and life and your future, and I just feel like I had something to tell you. Oh! On the bus, make sure you choose a good seat, you know, because people are creatures of habit, and the seat you pick in the beginning could be your seat for the rest of the year, you know? Get a window seat, honey, ’cause there’s so much to see. —LORELAI GILMORE”
― Rebecca Serle, One Italian Summer

“That was it. I ruined whatever we had—whether it was professional or not—by showing him a piece of me. He had every right to run away from a complication like myself, after all, no one wants to take care of an adult baby who doesn’t feed properly. The bench I was standing on lowered under a weight and I shot my eyes up, seeing Mr. Graves sitting down next to me. His expression was serious, not a single muscle on his face moving as he leaned down and grabbed the fork, lifting it to his mouth. He chewed, then swallowed it with ease. “This is good.” He nodded, pointing at my plate. What was he doing?”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified

“I haven’t had a single drop in three days,” he confessed, caressing the bridge of my palm with his thumb. “These days away from the city are good for me. I don’t feel like drinking, not at all. I hope I can keep this feeling when we get back.”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified

“Fling’ and ‘one-night stand’ were the words repeating themselves in my head because I didn’t know what I wanted from her. I knew the right thing was to leave this all behind and respect my promise of not sleeping with my employees, but I also knew that if I got the chance, I won’t be strong enough to refuse. But was I going to commit for the long term? I didn’t know. Maybe. Then, if I didn’t want a relationship, was I going to settle for friends with benefits? Fuck no. Friends with benefits had no strings attached which meant she could see anyone else and I just had to stand there and swallow. Was I going to let another man touch her? Over my dead body. If I couldn’t offer her what she wanted, was I going to let her see someone else? Selfishly, no way in hell.”
― Maeve Hazel, Love Not Qualified