Kat Singleton

I’d call anywhere home if it meant I was with her, because my home is no longer a physical place. My home is her.

“You’re my fiancée,” he growls. “The only bed you’ll be sleeping in is the one in my room.”

So the next time you find that you’re comparing yourself to other women, don’t. There’s never been anyone else. Just you.

“Say his name again, and I’ll bend you right over this table and fuck you until the only name you can say is mine. You’ll be so full of me you won’t even remember who you were thinking about before.”

“Let another man even think about taking care of you when you’re my fiancée and they're as good as dead

“Just you, Margo. No one but you.”

Tell me, is it still me you draw in there, Violet?”

She snatches her hand from mine, the moment gone between us. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,”

It wouldn’t be so bad to pretend forever with him, but there’d always be the hope that it could be more.

Should I be jealous? You’ve been staring at your computer monitor with a smile on your face for thirty minutes now. Now you’re crossing your legs. What are you looking at, Violet?

Focus on me.

You can bring me to my knees any time you want, Margo. Matter of fact, I think I’ve been on them from the moment we met.”