The Rivals

I think some people get inside our hearts and stay, even long after they physically leave.

Life's a giant circle, isn't it? Sometimes we think we've reached the end and closed the loop, only to realize we've arrived back at the beginning again.

Before I met you, I had no purpose. It didn't take long after you stormed into my life to realize the reason I'd been lost was because you hadn't found me yet. My purpose in life is to love you.

Okay…but like Shakespeare said, It’s better to have fucked and lost, than never to have fucked at all.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.” -Unknown

Now that you’ve admitted what your heart holds, perhaps the next step is sharing it with the person who holds your heart.

Any time you spend wondering if you deserve better is time wasted. Because if you’re wondering, you do.

You might not want other people touching your things. But I want what I want." "Fine. But no fucking other men while your spoiled ass is getting what she wants." I squinted at him. "Fine.

When something good happens, our first instinct is to drink to celebrate. When something bad happens, we’re ready to drink to forget. And when nothing happens, we drink to make it happen.

We all have the ability to change, Weston. Maybe not our DNA, but certainly the way we treat people is something we’re all capable of modifying. It’s not always easy, but the first step is awareness—recognizing what needs to be changed and wanting things to be different. Whether what you believe about yourself is true or not is almost immaterial. What’s important is that you believe it to be true, and you have the desire for things to change.

Those who protest the hardest are usually trying to mask their true feelings.

You know what obstacles are?" "What?" "They're tests to see if you deserve to win. How do you show someone they're worth fighting for unless you've knocked down whatever's in your way? If you're just gonna sit on your ass and not even try..." He shook his head. "Well, I guess you don't deserve the prize anyway. I thought you had more balls than that, kid.

And here I was thinking her letting me kiss her, letting me look at her beautiful face while I was inside her, was the biggest gift she could give me. But this - this was so much more. Trust.

But the truth of the matter is, sometimes we just act on instinct like an animal. And Sophia damn Sterling has the uncanny ability to bring out the savage in me.

He grinned. “You think if we play nice, you won’t wind up with my cock inside you anymore.” I shifted in my seat. “Must you be so vulgar?” “What did I say?” He seemed genuinely confused. I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Cock. Do you have to say it like that?” He grinned. “I’m sorry. Can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.” I squinted. “You heard me. I know you did.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Maybe. But I really liked hearing you say cock.” A busboy walked by our table just as Weston spoke. The guy looked our way and smirked, but kept going. “Keep your voice down.” Needless to say, he didn’t. “Is it just my cock you don’t like talking about? Or is it all cocks in general?

I’m going to fuck the nice out of you.

Very often, we tell ourselves we feel conflicted about someone or something because the thought of how we really feel scares us.

So he’s handsome, thoughtful, and funny. Sounds awful.

A few tears might've leaked out as I unloaded inside her. It was absolutely, positively, the most fan-fucking-tastic orgasm of my life.

I hesitated, but honestly, I was so turned on that there wasn't much he could ask that I wouldn't do.

But there was an old saying about the four people you always tell the truth: your wife, your priest, your doctor, and your lawyer. But that was the sober man's creed. The rest of us had five: your sponsor.

That’s okay. I’m good at what I do. You know, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some get to have greatness thrust inside them.

God, his voice was so raspy and thick. If sex had a sound, it would absolutely be this.

Weston Lockwood was positively sinful. He had a jawline that would make a sculptor weep and eyes that were perpetually undressing me. But it was his crooked, dirty smile that always did me in.

You remember what I look like naked, don’t you, Feef? I’ve filled in nicely since eighteen. Whenever you’re ready, we can go back to my room, and I’ll treat you to a little looksee.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.

If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.

It took me a while to figure out that love doesn’t have to make sense; it only has to make us happy.