Sabrina Olteanu

“Shane was just leaving, too.”

“What?” he cried.

I slammed my palms flat against his body. Dear God, there were some nice ridges hiding under that shirt! My hands slid up to his pecks and pushed. “Yeah. You have to go now.”

“Are you for real?” he asked. He was slowly backing his way through the room, but it had nothing to do with the strength of my push…or lack thereof.

“Very. I can’t. I need to sleep on this.”

With a wicked smile, he flattened his hands over mine and sassed, “I’m all for you sleeping on me. Let’s go.”
― Devon Ashley, Waiting On My Reason

“You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.”
― Liane Moriarty, The Husband's Secret

“she was remembering what it was like when you broke up with someone. Conversations became so hopelessly tangled. You had to be polite and precise. You couldn’t safely criticize anymore, because you didn’t have the right. You’d lost your immunity.”
― Liane Moriarty, What Alice Forgot

“This was how it could be done. This was how you lived with a terrible secret. You just did it. You pretended everything was fine. You ignored the deep, cramplike pain in your stomach. You somehow anesthetized yourself so that nothing felt that bad, but nothing felt that good either.”
― Liane Moriarty, The Husband's Secret