We’re married for the summer. Summer marriages don’t get dragged down in heavy stuff. ― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy “Which was your favorite? Living room, or bed, or floor, or bed, or wall, or mirror, or bar, or floor?” “Shhh,” I whisper, lifting my cup to take another, more careful sip of coffee. I smile into my mug. “You’re weird.” “I think I need a cast for my penis.” ― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy Mia is not impulsive. She follows the path, checks […]