Beautiful Sacrifice (Maddox Brothers #3)

Loss had a way of making everything very clear

“Because it has to hurt before it can get better.”

“People have forgotten to use their memories. They look at life through the lens of a camera or the screen of a cell phone instead of remembering how it looks, how it smells”—I took a deep breath through my nose—“how it sounds”—my voice echoed over the smaller peaks below—“how it feels.” I reached out to touch his upper arm.

“First of all, I like that you’re awkward as fuck and that you’re a raging bitch. Girls tend to giggle and run their hands through their hair a lot when I’m around. You’ve all but told me to fuck off.”

Taylor’s white T-shirt crumpled in the middle, thin enough to hint at his tan skin and nicely formed abs. Abs—all the assholes had them. Four to six muscles were like a graph chart to show just how big of a douche bag the guy was.

I didn’t like doing things I didn’t already know I was going to excel at.

“It means you’d better hold on tight. Guys like him don’t give up easily once they’ve found a girl like you.”

Ivy League