Those Three Little Words

“I saw the way you were looking at her. I swear to God, if you touch her, you’re a dead man.”

“I wasn’t putting up with shit that came out of his mouth about you, and I’m going to tell you right now, I won’t be putting up with it in the future. No one speaks about you like that, even if you’re just my friend. Got it?”

“It doesn’t make you look like anything. There’s such a shit double standard in this world. If a guy has sex, then he’s the man, but if a girl has sex, she’s looked down upon. That needs to change. Don’t apologize for being a human with normal sexual needs.”

“I don’t want to fucking hurt you, ever, Penny. I’m so goddamn sorry for everything. Let me show you the kind of man I can be for you.”

“I’m a vulnerable mess right now. I don’t want to play a guessing game about what he’s possibly thinking. All I want is a man to want me, to comfort me, to hold me, and to want to have sex with me. Eli is not the man. He made that quite clear tonight.”

“I can’t stop thinking about her, and now that we’re living together, I can’t seem to screw my head on right.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Penny. Hockey doesn’t come first. You and this baby do. There will be times when I don’t have a choice other than to put hockey before you because of my obligations to the team, but just know, that isn’t my choice. You and the baby are now more important than any of that.”

“You two need to get it together. You’re having a baby. Find a way to communicate without telling each other you ate an orange.”

“It’s time you get what you want, and that means you drive that man nuts. He wants you. Therefore, make him wish he had you.”

“Are you serious? Eli, I just told you this morning I don’t have time or energy for that. Can you not understand that? And what does it matter? It’s not like you and I are together. You don’t have claim over me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for all of the sex. You poor, handsome millionaire, having to have sex with a horny woman. You are so put out.”

“I never fucking said that. I’d never lie about wanting you. Because I want you, Penny. I wanted you the day I first met you, and I wanted you the night of my birthday. I’ve craved you ever since. Don’t put those words in my mouth.”

“Because I don’t want to be fucking alone. Because Pacey will always be your family, no matter what, but I don’t have a goddamn family. My friends, they’re all I have, and I’m not about to fuck that up. I almost lost him once. I can’t go through that again.”

“I want to get to know you better and build a friendship, so when our baby is born, he or she will know that there is no animosity between us. I want him to know we’re friends.”

“I don’t want to be alone while going through this. And I know this might sound silly, but I truly want to get to know you, more than just the hockey player, but the man who you are so when our baby does arrive, I can make sure to tell them what a great daddy they have.”

“For your information, from the moment I first met you, I’ve wanted to fuck you. Don’t believe it if you want but it’s fucking true. Those lips of yours, I’ve wanted to own them. Your tits, I’ve wanted to worship. And your pussy, I’ve wanted to taste it. Every time I’ve run into you, every time I’ve made eye contact with you, or anytime I’ve been close enough to smell your perfume, I’ve thought about all the dirty, naughty, delicious things I could do to you. Dreamed about it. Wondered what it would be like to have you riding my cock, your tits bouncing near my face, your pussy pulsing against my length. So don’t for one goddamn moment think what I said was a joke. I’d never joke about fucking you . . . ever.”