Amy Ware tolly

“...what do you want to know?
Usual stuff. Serious relationships, age, whether you eat babies. :-D

I’m 30. I think babies are tasty, but empty calories, and I’ve had one long-term serious relationship...”
― Arden Aoide, Club Dishabille

“And he waited. He felt like he was going to throw up. What the fuck was he doing? Hadn’t he learned anything? It was one thing to flirt about sex, but this wasn’t flirting. This was pulling your heart out of your chest and giving it to someone who might not like blood all over their floor. He’d already put himself out there with the note and now he wasn’t even pretending to be subtle. Physical sadist and emotional masochist.”
― Arden Aoide, Club Dishabille

“Dahlia shook her head. “While I don't want to experience that again, I learned a lot about myself today and about you. And Nick, even. I didn't know it was possible for me to feel closer to you. I should send that fucking bitch a fruit basket.”
― Arden Aoide, Club Dishabille

“As he walked, he knew the bathroom instantly because of the reflective tile floor. Hers would be the last door again. As he took another step forward, he could see a sliver of skin cut by the light, reflecting a glimpse of her pale skin. It served as a beacon to him, an invitation to touch something that would only belong to him. Could only be his.”
― Arden Aoide, Club Dishabille