You can be as high maintenance as you want, honey. But I’m the only one who does the maintenance.
When the reward is as perfect as you, as perfect as this, the work is a f*****g honor.
Trying to figure out what to do when no one is watching. And wondering if maybe that’s the stuff that actually matters.
If this woman tacked the word “please” onto any request, he would find a way to fulfill it. Build me a palace, please. How many floors, baby?
I’ll love you until my heart gives out. I’ll be your man for a thousand years. Longer if I’m allowed.
God must have been busy answering someone else’s prayers.
“When I hug you?” F***. His heart was turning over and over like a car engine. “My hugs are your recharging station?”
