“Note to self ; He doesn't care anymore.”

“I heard you were a player , okay , lets play a game.We'll flirt, play fights, talk 24/7, say goodmorning and goodnight every day, give each other nicknames, hang out, talk on the phone for hours, take cute pictures together, make promises to each other and hold each other.And whoever falls in love first, loses.”

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

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

“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.”

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