L.

“You just asked me to marry you," he said, still waiting for me to admit some kind of trickery.
"I know."
"That was the real deal, you know. I just booked two tickets to Vegas for noon tomorrow. So that means we're getting married tomorrow night."
"Thank you."
His eyes narrowed. "You're going to be Mrs. Maddox when you start classes on Monday."
"Oh," I said, looking around. Travis raised an eyebrow.
"Second thoughts?"
"I'm going to have some serious paperwork to change next week."
He nodded slowly, cautiously hopeful. "You're going to marry me tomorrow?"
I smiled. "Uh huh"
"You're serious?"
"Yep."
"I fucking love you!" He grabbed each side of my face, slamming his lips against mine. "I love you so much, Pigeon," he said, kissing me over and over.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I feel like any second you're going to figure out what a piece of shit I am and leave me.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I don’t get hit that often. If they swing, I move. It’s not that hard”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring."
"And your tat," she said, a smile in her voice.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster