♥ Rebecca ♥

“I’m probably gazing at him with the same wonder as the first day, when I thought that he was a literal angel surrounded in light. Except now I know better—he’s vain and childish and unstoppable. He sleeps too late and dances to Cascada and lives off cookies. He tamed me with microwave chicken nuggets and a stolen dog collar.
Fuck angels.
I’m pretty sure I love him. 
Shit.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“My childhood therapist always told me that my voice was just shy. It doesn’t like to come out when I’m anxious, even if I know exactly what I want to say. Even if not talking makes everything a hundred times worse. It only works when I feel safe.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“I unfold my notes and arrange them in order on my leg. I’ve read them under my breath a hundred times in the last couple of days to make sure I can say them aloud when the time comes. It starts with one clear sentence at the top, then breaks down into a flow chart of all the ways I thought the conversation might go and how I could answer. My heart’s pounding hard enough to make me feel dizzy, but I wrap my hand around the base of my throat like it’s the weight of my collar and dial the number I scrawled at the bottom of my notes.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“I mark my place in the lovely romance novel about two gentlemen who must bridge the gap between their social classes to be together, and march into the parlor.”
― Tricia Levenseller, The Darkness Within Us