Samantha

“My condoms, Ridge. Where the hell did you hide my condoms?”
― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

“Now you know how I feel every time I’m without you,” I say, slapping the side of her face gently with each word. “I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.”
― Jescie Hall, That Sik Luv

“It wasn’t that I was living for him, but that he simply made me want to live.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“love doesn’t exist without sacrifice. Sometimes those sacrifices are waking up ten minutes early to make your partner coffee. Sometimes it’s taking on a second job to support your family. Sometimes it’s staying up all night with a newborn so your significant other can finally sleep. Sometimes it’s shoveling the other person’s car out of the driveway after a snowstorm.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Still Beating