Autumn Sumner

“You can’t tell me who to sleep with.” “I don’t have to. You won’t fuck anyone but me. You proved that to yourself. And I don’t share all the beliefs of my brothers.”
― Kate Stewart, Exodus

“Tyler was only partially right in his assessment but missed something vital. Her beauty is fucking tragic.”
― Kate Stewart, One Last Rainy Day: The Legacy of a Prince

“Hi, I’m Cecelia. So nice to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. Why, yes, I am the tramp ass ho having wild, animalistic sex with your son amongst the trees. Why, just the other day we tossed his best friend in the mix, it was quite delightful. And your green bean casserole is delish.”
― Kate Stewart, Flock

“Ask me anything,” he whispers, pressing his thumb into the corner of my mouth before tracing my lip as his cinnamon coated hair hangs between us. “Ask me, and I’ll tell you.” “We’re not business anymore,” I whisper, partly a declaration part question. We’re chest to chest as he slowly shakes his head. “No, we’re not.” I can’t bring myself to ask him, and so I don’t. Instead, he leans in and presses his lips to mine before he speaks. “You warned me not to fall in love with you. You said you wouldn’t make room for me.” “You told me you wouldn’t,” I remind him, my soul soaring with his confession. He leans in close, his nose brushing mine. “Then I guess that makes us both lia—”
― Kate Stewart, Exodus