“Time to dig deep and find a Quinn Rowland capable of convincing Emilie to let me fuck her, because losing wasn’t an option. There was too much at stake, and my pride was the least important item on the list.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to break me, Quinn.” “Don’t let me.” The challenge in his eyes intensified, heating up and pouring strength into me. “Don’t you let me fucking do that, Emilie. Don’t let anyone break you. You’re stronger than that.”

“Quinn Rowland. God could not be serious with that face, on that body, with those eyes…”

“It had to be her heart, too, or I lose. Sex and feelings. Shame and regret. That was the game.”

“It hurt a little that she looked happy to see me, when I only came to break her.”

“I thought I’d won the match when she’d fallen into my arms, heart and all. The truth was, she’d beaten me. Snatched my soul and shattered all the lies I’d built around me to keep the pain of connecting at bay.”

“In tennis, losing your service game was called being broken.If you lost your service without scoring a single point, you were broken at love.”