Dangerous to Know & Love

Everything has changed since I met you. I thought I knew who I was, what I was, but being with you, I’ve learned about the kind of man I want to be.

I'm so fucking happy you're here," he whispered. "It makes it hurt less.

You think I’m broken, don’t you? You think I should be fixed. You want me to be normal. I’ll never be your version of normal, Lis. I’ll never be like you – like them.” “I’m not trying to fix you, Daniel. I just want you to be happy. I love you just the way you are.

I don’t want to be defined by this.

It’s like doing one of those dumb math problems: three people are driving at 20mph in a car carrying two gallons of gas and a horse doing yoga, when a car traveling at 30mph with two clowns drinking cola collides, what time is it in Tokyo? It doesn’t make any sense and the only answer I ever come up with is who

He didn’t care what people thought about the way he looked. He knew that his tats, his piercings, the way he dressed, gave people a giant fuck off message, and that suited him just fine. That shit was deliberate.

What do you want, Lisanne?” “You,” “Are you sure? You don’t get to have your first time again, baby doll. This isn’t how I’d imagined it.” “You’ve imagined it… with me?” “Are you fucking kidding me? You are hot. I’ve wanted you since I met you, but I figured you just wanted to be friends. That’s cool. I like having a friend who’s a girl.” “Can I just… can I touch you?” He nodded slowly, his eyes following her hand as it moved shakily to his waistband. Softly, she laid her hand over his crotch and felt his heat and hardness. He inhaled deeply. “You are so fucking sexy.

No, baby, I’m all man,” he said with a smirk, winking at her. “Want me to prove it?

Honey, if you're not sure it was a date, then it wasn't. A guy has to ask you on a date for it to be a date. It's different from just hanging out together.

You have to walk a mile in another man's shoes before you judge him.