"Two months and twelve days until I have to face the harsh, unforgiving reality: I have no idea what I want to do with my life."
"This shit would make a hyperactive kid snore his way through Halloween."
"You could move back in with your parents. It would save you money."
"Dumpster diving will save me money too, but I'm not desperate enough to do that either."
"I’m nurturing a monogamous, not-at-all disturbing relationship with Charlie Hunnam's work right now."
"I’m putting in my time and counting the weeks, days, hours and nanoseconds until graduation."
"We’ve been friends forever. He grew up down the street and has been my closest friend for as long as I can remember."
"I secretly believe I’m way cooler than everybody else for giving zero fucks about what anyone else thinks."
"Maybe he was so busy helping me he forgot. The thought makes me smile. Where would I be without Shane?"
"Me? I’m saving myself for a fair-haired Englishman who is oblivious to my existence."
"Every warrior in the XWL loses a battle every once in a while, even the champs."
"I survived with my fists, medicated on street fights. Then, at some point, I don’t remember when exactly, fighting became a therapy and no longer a necessity."
"He is the darling of winning by decision too. His wrestling and Muay Thai background makes him lethal in the cage, and his left hook is the best in the XWL, if the rumors online are true."
"I worry I’ll be one of the casualties involved."
"I park my pink Mini in an exceptionally busy XWL parking lot, but this time there’s no sign of Ty. Not that I’m looking for him."
"Ginger-Bearded Guy welcomes me at the desk with a big smile, and even calls me 'Blaire' a few times just to prove that he remembers my name."
"Trust me, Scott. With my luck, I just might."
"I've always been the sporty one, Izzy being the delicate, girly twin. Me? I climbed trees, rolled around the mud and even played soccer."
"Brain finally kicks Hormones in the butt, grabs the gun at its temple and throws the weapon to the far corner of the room."
"I'd never hurt a fly. But he doesn't need to know that right now."
"I don't smoke much weed, I really don't, but I'm beginning to reassess whether to ditch my new hobby altogether."
"How's school, darling? 'It's good.' I shove something in my mouth. Donut holes? Sponge cake? I'm not even hungry, just stalling to be honest."
"But maybe I’m just being jealous. Oh crap, I’m jealous."
"My body is my temple and my temple only accepts blond British dudes who ride Harleys."
"Since these two warriors first met, it seems like they’ve gotten under each other’s skin. It’s been escalating for a long time…"
"The more articles of clothing I put on, the more confident I feel."
"I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"
"It’s vital for my assignment," I say quietly.
"Ask me," he purrs, sending tremors down my spine.
"Only if you’ll go on a date with me," he says into my forehead.
"I’m pretty busy this week." God, how lame do I sound? Super-lame, that's how much.
"I’m not going to be another notch on your train-long belt," I warn.
"Trust me, Barbie, you’ll be begging to get some of this long before I touch you."
"You’re touching me now." I want to pull away, but instead I shift closer, craving his touch.
"I'm not a valley girl. I'm not a Barbie," I whisper.
"Mental foreplay is one of the most important things about this sport."
"What, no summary?" This is unlike my sister, who previously described Paris as "chic, beautiful and impossibly romantic."
"Guess being frighteningly gorgeous comes with a price tag."
"Let’s see. Tyler had the chance to kiss me in the lockers today…but didn’t."
"Is it really him, or is it like the scene from Taken? Because I can totally call the cops. Cough twice if it’s a kidnapper."
"Your clothes smell too good. Someone else does your laundry, right?"
"You can keep asking me on dates. We'll never be a couple."
"Why am I going on a second date with this guy? His ego is the last thing I need right now."
"Let’s get married, move out of this shithole and show the world what we’re made of."
"Here, pat your eyes before your eyeliner ends up in your mouth."
"God bless Nana. She really knows how to organize all the shelves in my messy head."
"Multitask. You're a woman. We're good at that."
"No buts. Your mother and father will warm up to the idea eventually."
"I'm not sure what I want to do," I admit. "I want to travel the world, I want to learn how to speak French...I want to be happy."
"I really enjoy spending time with you, hottie, but I'm ready. Like, really ready."
"You don't have to tell me twice." His hand dives directly into my underwear, and I don't even have time to digest the fact that his thumb presses my clit before he dips a finger in. "Yup. You're ready for me," he says.
"I don't need you to have experience. I just need... you."
"Fuck sex, Barbie." His lips touch mine as he speaks. His breath sends a ball of heat straight to my groin. "We can watch a movie or something."
"I'm kind of dating someone, but I still don't know where it's going."
"I don't like what I'm hearing here, at all. This conversation isn't over, Blaire."
"Sex is a new world to me, and I'm eager to explore it from all angles (and positions). It's epic, it's soothing, and it's absolutely mind-blowing."
"I’m freezing this ass in here! You know I’m too skinny to handle San Fran's summer drizzle!"
"The fucking asshole." I hear his gruff voice behind me.
"I meant what I said. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep things from you."
"You mean what did you get for your other assignment." He grins. "B+. Great job, brainy."
"You had me at ‘Keep walking, cowboy,’" he rasps.
"Not because I want to, but because this is not Ty. He wouldn't take drugs."
"Brain is dying to know what else he heard, but Heart wants to punch the idea in the throat."
"There’s a saying that when you’re dead, you don’t know that you’re dead. It’s the same way when you’re acting stupid."
"Nana won't judge. She won't tell my parents. Nana can keep a secret."
"It's deplorable, but he didn't know you back then, and by the time he met you, he’d already changed his ways."
"I thought he saw me, but he didn't see shit."
"Not being a man-whore would have been more sufficient."
"Always nice to everyone in my shop whenever he drops by."
"I see you Ty signs to the camera, and I know that he’s signing to me."
"Months and months of preparations, endless hours of workouts and enough mental stress to rival a president at war, for less than two minutes of work."
"I'm not fine with how he handled everything—us, his secret and his past mistakes."
"I dragged his mom here so he’d have someone near him, so he wouldn’t be alone. But frankly, I’m the one who should be helping him."
"Honest to God, if we ever get back together, the first thing I’m doing is tearing that fence down."
"Some girls just make it goddamned hard not to hate ’em."
"You want someone to take care of me? That seems like a first. Usually, you're the last to give a flying fuck."
"He’s gotten scary-thin, frail and looks about as lively as a corpse."
"Days melded into each other, sticking together like glued chunks of paper in a new book."
"You don't ink a reminder of a person if you're not willing to fight really hard to keep them in your life."
"I love you too. Actually, not to be competitive—hell, I am a competitive sonofabitch—but I fell in love with you a lot quicker than you did me."