Beautiful Player

I like it when you ask me to come!” he called after me. “I can’t wait to come tonight, Ziggy! Should I come around eight? Or do you want me to come around ten? Maybe I’ll come both times?

Ben,” Max said, leaning back in his chair with a giant grin. “It’s finally happened.” I groaned, resting my head on my hand. “You got your period?” Bennett asked. “Congratulations.” “No, you twat,” Max said, laughing. “I’m talking about Will. He’s gone arse over tits for a girl.

It’s about finding the woman who gets you thinking. She’ll be the one who’ll change your mind about everything.

See, the problem with boobs is if you have big ones, you can never look thin. You get these burns on your shoulders from bra straps, and your back hurts. And unless you're using them for their intended purpose, they're always in the way." "In the way of what? My hands, My face? Don't you blaspheme in here." He looked up to the sky. "She didn't mean it, Lord. Promise.

That's why I had a reduction when I was twenty-one," which is when his expression morphed into one of horror. You'd have thought I told him I made an amazing stew from tiny babies and puppy tongues. "Why on earth would you do that? That's like God giving you a beautiful gift and you kicking him in the nuts." I laughed. "God? I thought you were agnostic, Professor." "I am. But if I could motorboat perfect tits like yours I might be able to find Jesus." I felt my blush warm my cheeks. "Because Jesus totally lives in my cleavage?" "Not anymore he doesn't. Your boobs are now too small for him to be comfortable in there." He shook his head, and I couldn't stop laughing. "So selfish, Ziggs,

He nodded again and I was tempted to tell him the rule of silence: sometimes an awkward silence is actually far less awkward than forced conversation.

All that is rare for the rare.

Do you ever feel like the people who mean the most aren’t the people you see the most? Lately I just feel like I’m not putting my heart where it matters.

In the end one loves one's desire and not what is desired.

Hanna, I don't know if I've ever wanted something more than I want you.

My love for her was a heavy, pulsing, living thing, and it made me feel crazy, and anxious, and famished.

It wasn't just a physical attraction between us. Of course I'd been attracted to women before. But there was something more with Hanna, some chemistry in our blood, something between us that snapped and crackled, that made me always want just a little more than I should take. She offered her friendship, I wanted her body. She offered her body, I wanted to hijack her thoughts. She offered her thoughts, I wanted her heart

When you’re younger you want the boy who knows how to play the game but when you’re older you want the man who knows when it’s not a game anymore.

I love you so fucking much, my naughty, sweet Plum.

His smile pulled up one corner of his mouth and he looked completely destructive. My heart and lady bits would not survive a night with this man.

Life was built from the bricks of these connections and milestones and moments where you tell your two best friends that you’re about to have a child.

So,” I said. “Not ready to settle down, then?” “Definitely not.” His smile pulled up one corner of his mouth and he looked completely destructive. My heart and lady bits would not survive a night with this man. Good thing that’s not even an option, vagina. Stand down.

Please,” she begged, kissing me again, reaching for my other hand and trying to pull it around her. “I want to be with you so much it’s making it hard to breathe.

Honestly, he'd said more perverted things to my face. To my boobs. Did he really think he was school-ing me in being sexy right now? Really? You're completely unimpressed? Zzzzzzzzzzz, I wrote back.

That look, that tenderness in her eyes, made me realize for the first time what was happening to me: I was falling in love.

But when he kissed me? I didn’t feel lost in him the way I get lost in you.

I felt my blush warm my cheeks. “Because Jesus totally lives in my cleavage?” “Not anymore he doesn’t. Your boobs are now too small for him to be comfortable in there.” He shook his head, and I couldn’t stop laughing. “So selfish, Ziggs,” he said, grinning so widely that I actually stumbled a little.

He looked to me, his eyes softening. “This is my Hanna.

His eyes searched every inch of my face. “I don’t know . . . if I’ve ever been this distracted by someone,” he said.

Why won't you give me what I want?