Mister Romance

We all need fantasies now and then. Sometimes believing our lives can be different is the only thing that keeps us going.

You’re not my client. You never have been. And even if you were, I’d break every fucking rule I’ve ever held sacred just to be inside you right now.

Loneliness is like a big, empty room inside you that echoes with the sounds of the life you're not living.

You disrupted my entire world, Even Tate. I’m used to being the one in control. The one people fall in love with. I’m not supposed to fall in love.

While keeping his eyes locked onto me, he removes his tie and slowly begins popping open the black-enamel buttons on his dress shirt. The temperature in the apartment suddenly skyrockets. It takes effort to swallow as I watch him. “Uh…what’s happening.” “I’m taking off my shirt.” “Why?” “Because we’ve apparently reached the portion of the evening where we get semi-naked to torture the other person.

Max?” “Yeah?” “Do you ever just take off your shirt and flex in front of a mirror? You know, to perv on your own hotness?” “No. Do you ever take off your shirt and caress your breasts, just for the hell of it?” I shrug. “Sometimes. When I get stressed, I cup my boobs and give them a reassuring squeeze.” “Good information. Next time you’re stressing I’ll have to try that.

Everyone stares and smiles as he carries me down the street toward my apartment. “I feel like you should be wearing a white Navy uniform right now.” “I have one of those. If you play your cards right, I’ll bust it out someday.” He shoots me a look, but I see the corner of his mouth twitch as he begins to hum, Up Where We Belong.

If you think you’re immune to my charms, you’re fooling yourself.” I pull my hand away and ignore how fiercely it tingles as I place it in my lap. “So, you don’t think any woman can resist you?” “I’m sure plenty of women could. But you? No. You’re so starved of romance in your life, you’re like an emotional skeleton. I intend to put some meat back on your bones. Make you believe in something other than a bleak apocalypse.

You think I can even pretend to remain professional with you anymore? You’re so strong in so many ways, but right now, you look like a scared little girl. Why is it so difficult to cope with the thought that you like me?

Sex is just body parts creating friction to get a physical release. Fucking is more intense. It’s desperation. It’s not that you’d like to have sex, it’s that you need it. And you need it with that particular person, right the fuck now.” He paces, not looking at me. “And then there’s making love. That’s when you need to be a part of that person, and whether or not you come is irrelevant. You get so much pleasure from just being inside them, everything else is unimportant

We all have issues we’re trying to overcome, Miss Tate. Everyone wants to feel special, whether we admit it or not. And loving without limits and allowing ourselves to be loved in return is what life’s all about. Or at least, what it should be about. Everything else just gets in the way.

Wait,” I say, gobsmacked. “You think I’m going to fall in love with you?” “No.” He takes a sip of wine and smiles. “I know it.

The one thing I’ve learned while doing this work is that as much as I enjoy playing out romantic fantasies, it’s still just pretend, and more and more I’m craving something real.

He’s a walking, breathing erogenous zone who fascinates me and infuriates me in equal measures.

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor. Fortune favors the brave. Big risks lead to big rewards.” “Do you want to inform me why you suddenly turned into a talking fortune cookie?

Sex is for the body. Romance is for the soul.

Los idiotas te hacen sentir cosas y luego desaparecen. Ellos te hacen pensar que eres el centro de su mundo y un día, deciden que ya no lo eres.

​Because it’s easier for you to think being alone is a choice rather than admitting you might be unlovable

I know what you’re trying to do, and…no. You can’t make something that’s beautiful but complicated into something simple and ugly out of sheer force of will.

I hit my favorite caffeine supplier near the subway station and get myself a big, fat triple-shotter. I need coffee like air this morning. Even with the muscle relaxants and alcohol, I didn’t sleep well. I kept having dreams that Max was in bed with me, all hard and warm and smelling like a spring orchard, touching me like I was precious and making me feel like I could do anything as long as he was by my side. It was the closest thing to a nightmare I’ve had in years.

You have to understand that most of the ladies who engage my services haven’t been kissed properly in years. Their partners do it to initiate sex, and they’ve forgotten how to make their women feel loved instead of merely wanted.” I squirm under his intensity,

- Do you know why you avoid real connections, Eden? ** Why? - Because it's easier for you to think being alone is a choice rather than admitting you might be unlovable.

Ficar sozinha tempo demais não é saudável. A solidão é como um quarto grande e vazio dentro de você, que ecoa o som da vida que você não está vivendo. Então você o acaba preenchendo com coisas: trabalho, amigos, bicho de estimação e, com o tempo, fica suportável, e então confortável. Depois de muitos anos, é tão seguro que se torna o novo normal. Mas a pior parte é que esse quarto fica tão cheio de falsos confortos que não cabe mais ninguém. E você merece mais que isso.

Nós deveríamos encorajar as meninas a largar os contos de fadas. Eles criam expectativas irreais e nos fazem pensar que os homens podem completar nossas vidas, quando frequentemente eles apenas as destroem.

Na minha opinião, as pessoas não se olham o bastante. Os olhos mostram verdades que a boca se recusa a dizer, e mentirosos sempre têm motivo pra desviar o olhar.