Jennifer

“I don’t want a man who will look after me—I can do that for myself. I want a man that can break me apart.”
― Logan Patricks, Semblance

“I think it’s genetically impossible not to be kind of in love with him when you come equipped with a vagina. It’s just something about all that angsty, moody swagger he has that makes you want to cuddle him up and make him feel better.”
― Jay Crownover, Rule

“Uncle Aidan?” Percy began.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you think you ought to marry
Emma?”

Aidan jerked his head up, slamming it against the trunk lid. “FUCK!” he shouted as he saw stars before his eyes. A few more expletives escaped his lips as pain raged through his skull.

“Nice mouth you got there,” John chided.

Gritting his teeth, Aidan rubbed his aching head. “You mention that one to your mom, and I’ll tell her about your ball-sack comment.”

John’s eyes widened. “Dude, that is so not cool!”

“Yeah, well, deal with it.” Aidan started to resume gathering up the bags when he noticed Percy staring expectantly at him for an answer. Aidan sighed. “Perce—”

His blonde brows knitted together.
“Don’t you love her?”

“Oh Christ,” Aidan muttered, raking his hand through his hair. He winced as pain once again shot through his head. “Did your mom put you up to this or something?”

“No. When I asked her the same question, she just said that you were a cad.”
Percy shrugged. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a dude who acts like a douchebag to women,” John said.

Aidan glared over at John. “I am not a cad!”
― Katie Ashley, The Proposal

“The worst that could happen is you two get into a fist fight, in which I will referee but secretly be in your corner.
Oh really?
Really. I’ll even rub Vaseline on your face when he isn't looking.
What would I do without you?
You’ll never know.”
― Em Wolf, Tangled