“He was such an asshole, and I loved him.”

“Well, that cinched it. He was an asshole. I was definitely going to end up sleeping with him.”

“I stopped opposite the counter and looked back up at him. “Have I told you you’re an asshole today?”“You just got up, so, no.”“You’re an asshole.”He grinned again.”

“It wasn’t like he was purposely being an asshole. It just came naturally to him.”

“↑ top up position downThe fact that I suspect I'm an asshole means I probably am not, because a real asshole doesn't think he's an asshole, does he? Therefore, by realizing that I'm an asshole, I am in fact negating that very realization, am I not? Descartes's Asshole Axiom: I think I am; therefor I'm not one.”

“Cary Taylor. Loving you isn’t a character defect.”“Well, it’s not very smart. I was such an asshole to him,” he muttered, looking disgruntled. “He could do so much better.”“That isn’t your decision to make for him.”“Someone needs to make it.”“And you’re volunteering because you love him, too.” My mouth curved. “Don’t you think that sounds ass-backwards?”