Mile High Liz Tomforde Quotes

You don’t have to love your body every single day. That’s unrealistic to expect, but I’ll be here loving it for the days you can’t.

But the truth is, I do want to be loved, and that’s scary to admit. It’s a lot easier to say you don’t want to be loved when no one loves you.

Stevie,” Zanders says. “You following me?

It hurts a whole lot less to be hated when you’re not being yourself than it does not to be loved for who you are,

If shit-talking is a love language, then it’s ours, and I thoroughly plan on bantering with my wild girl for the rest of my life.

I pepper kisses on the side of her head as I watch a smile pull at her lips through the mirror. And though I love every single curve on her body, that one right there is my favorite.

You’re my first choice, Vee. My only choice.

Stevie girl, I’ll follow you anywhere.

I would’ve followed you anywhere, but you never asked.

There’s only so much oxygen on an airplane. I don’t want his ego to suffocate the rest of us.  You know, safety and all that shit.

So, ‘Vee’, huh?” “It’s a family nickname.”  “My family nickname is Zee. Vee and Zee. Aren’t we fucking adorable?

You don’t have feelings?” Maddison asks, unconvinced. “You cried while watching Coco with Ella. You have fucking feelings, man. You should start letting people know.

Don’t hurt me.” He searches my face, trying to read me as hope overtakes him. “I couldn’t.

Hey, Stevie?” “Hmm.” Her head leans on her arms, facing me. “I like talking to you.

your mom is the absolute worst, Zee.”  “So is yours.” I rest my head on his shoulder. “Look at us,” I tease. “Trauma-bonding.

So, you like me?” His smile is eager and excitable.  I can’t help but laugh at this giant man asking such a childish question. “What do you think?” “Say it. Stroke my ego, Stevie.

But there’s no chance in hell I’m upgrading this. Stevie’s hands might drip in 24-karat gold after today, but this five-dollar beat-up ring is hers, and therefore it’s mine.

And wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.

Stevie,” Zanders says in his smooth velvety voice. “You following me?

Get over here. I need all my girls together.

I’m going to fucking destroy your body tonight and hopefully some of those insecurities that don’t make any goddamn sense right along with it.

Don’t you fucking dare.” My voice is as quiet as I can make it. “If you say anything, I will end you. Then I’ll marry your wife just to spite you, and your son will grow up calling me Daddy.”  “Oh, fuck you!” Maddison isn’t trying to be quiet at all. “Stevie, Zee wants you to be his date to a charity gala in Chicago, but he’s too chicken shit to ask and doesn’t think you’d want to go with him.”  “I fucking hate you. We are no longer friends.

Being vulnerable and authentic is scary, man. Terrifying. But to the people who matter to you, the ones you’ve shown your true self to, they love you unconditionally. Why not let others love you unconditionally too? At least give them a chance to.

It’s the list of girls I see in those cities. It’s a little different now, but the concept is still the same.

Then for good measure, I add a kiss to Maddison’s cheek. “Zee.” He holds his spatula up in warning. “Get your nasty-ass lips away from me.

Hey, Zanders?” “Hmm?” “That’s what it feels like to be loved.

And you’re not an option, Stevie, because besides you, there’s no other choice.

Oh my God,” she cries, head falling back.  I didn’t know I earned a new nickname, but she can call me that anytime she wants.

I like that he lets me see hidden sides to him.

I just want everyone to know,” Zanders announces from the backseat. “I joined the mile high club today.

I watch as his ring-covered fingers type in the ten digits with precision before adding his name. Zee (Daddy) Zanders

I kind of what to hang out with her, too. With our clothes on. Without is cool too. Whatever.

I’ve recently learned that sometimes the clothes don’t matter all that much. Just the memories you make in them

You’re not an idiot. You’re not crazy for wanting to be wanted. For wanting to be loved.

It’s a lot easier to say you don’t want to be loved when no one loves you.

I like you, Vee, and I’m being completely honest and vulnerable here. I just want the chance for you to want me. The real me.

Can I fuck you senseless, sweetheart?

Do you want to be loved for who you are or for who people think you are?”  “For me.” “Then why haven’t you let anyone know who that is?

This is my favorite one, Stevie girl.” He allows me to spin the ring that’s lost all its shine. “Because it was yours, and you’re my favorite.

You cry at Disney movies?” I tease, my breath ghosting his skin. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me to him. “Fucking sob.

Yes. I like you, the most arrogant man in Chicago.” I watch as the weight falls off him, his eyes bright and his smile pompous as hell. “I think you mean the sexiest man in Chicago.

Are you shitting me, Stevie? That’s why you’ve avoided me all these years? That’s locker room talk.” Wait. Was it? Was I exaggerating this whole time about the words he said about me?

Stevie- Does me buying you pants qualify me to get back in your pants? Kidding...sort of. Merry Christmas, -Zee (Please get rid of those disgusting sweatpants. No one needs to see those.)

Zanders and I standoff, holding each other’s stare for far too long, silence stretching between us. I swallow. “You following me?” A light laugh flows through him. “You have no idea, Stevie girl.

He loves hard and cares about his people like you wouldn’t believe. So, there’s nothing about him that needs to change. He just needs someone to accept who he is and appreciate what he brings to the table.

It hurts a whole lot less to be hated when you’re not being yourself than it does not to be loved for who you are,” he continues. “As much as I tell people I enjoy the hate, I want to be loved more than anything, but I’m not ready to risk rejection yet.

If I can’t stand you”—Zanders inches forward, leaving absolutely no room between our bodies, his large frame overpowering me—“then why has my only thought of every minute of every day for the last week been me wondering what it would feel like to fuck you?

One day, I hope you can fully appreciate the body you’re living in because, sweetheart, it’s smoking hot, and my dick has never been happier.

You’re my personal version of heaven, Stevie girl.

That’s when I realized no one had ever loved me enough to stick around.

I remember all too well

You like me,” he coaxes, his lips only inches from mine as he stares at my mouth. “Kiss me.” “Say it, and I’ll do a whole lot more than kiss you, sweetheart.

You’re always going to be a part of our family. You don’t need my permission to go, but if for some reason you think you do, well, you have it. I just want you to be happy. We all do.

Every single part of my body aches. My heart hurts. My lungs are shallow. My eyes burn. The man who lifted me up with his words, who has been so adamant about reminding me that I’m enough, that drowned out everyone else’s noise, is now listening to what others have to say.

Your body is my favorite thing on this planet.” He takes a deep, earned breath. “And wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.

Good for you. And I don’t want your autograph.” Her tone is entirely unimpressed. “What I was going to ask is, are you ready for me to give you your exit row briefing?

Maddison’s wife, Logan, is one of my closest friends and probably the most capable person I know.

The city’s golden boy and Chicago’s unlovable bad boy,” Jerry adds. “My favorite headline to use when it comes to you two.

co-founder of a charity for underprivileged youth suffering from mental illness.

Sometimes I let you think you’re in control, but not this time.

She playfully rolls her eyes. “Stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’” “Never.

Not that subtlety is my specialty by any means. I’m not shy about the things I want, but this one thing, this one woman, I shouldn’t want and can’t have.

The material feels like straight-up butter as it glides over my thick thighs. And I shaved my legs this morning. Well, my lower legs because I’m too lazy to do the whole thing,

I try to breathe, but I can’t. Understanding floods me. It’s all making sense that his fear of not being worthy of love comes from his mom—the woman who left him.

I want more than just sex with you. I want you. All of you. I just want a chance.

You’ll always be my first choice. Have been since the day I met you, sweetheart.

Because I’m about to eat you out like you’re the last goddamn meal on the planet.

My sister is almost more of a player than I am. She pulls as many women, if not more, and tries half as hard. She stole more than a chick or two from me growing up.

Good for you. And I don’t want your autograph.

Hurt people hurt people,

The point is, he’s an arrogant athlete that’s in love with himself. I know his type. I’ve dated that type, and I’ll never do it again.

That maybe one day I will love this woman, and maybe somehow, she will find a way to love me.

I want her.

I want Stevie to want to hang out with me.  I also really want to kiss her.

But I have to be okay with that because I want to be around him.  I like talking to him.

Like what you see?” He smirks.  Yes, he has the audacity to fucking smirk.

He’s stupid pretty.

Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” Maddison laughs.  I continue to smile, way too happy about this situation. “Can’t help it.

Can you still fuck me as if you hate me, though?

I loved sleeping with him, and I like the confidence he gives me.

Keep your hips off the edge.” I get on my knees, draping her legs over my shoulders. “Good girl, just like that.

Because some people aren’t worth following.” I nod in understanding.  “And some people are worth following to the ends of the earth.

Obviously, he’s got a tiny dick. It’s the only explanation. If he can’t handle a woman’s body, he may as well say that instead of cutting her down to make himself feel better.

There’s no time clock on healing heartbreak, regardless of how things ended. Your heart doesn’t suddenly detach just because you want it to.

Stevie, you look amazing.”  “Yeah, I know.

You’re beautiful, Stevie.” His tone is soft and authentic. “Unreal.

What makes them perfect? Because of their clothing size? That doesn’t make someone perfect. And regardless of size, looking like everyone else is boring.

I watch as his ring-covered fingers type in the ten digits with precision before adding his name. Zee (Daddy) Zanders I shake my head, laughing, holding my hand out to take my phone back.

Say yes,” I whisper. “Tell me you’d go with me. Tell me you want to go with me.” I need her to say yes, not just to inflate my ego, but because I need to know I’m not crazy. I need to know that she feels it too. That she likes being around me just as much. That she likes talking to me just as much. That she likes fucking me just as much. That she likes teasing me just as much.

But before he leaves me alone in his room, one large hand lands firmly on my ass. “For fuck’s sake, Vee.” He throws his head back in defeat before heading towards the kitchen. “Your ass is insane!

I can’t help but turn around and watch her in shock. Her round hips sway, taking up more space than the other flight attendants I’ve seen on board, but her little pencil skirt dips in at the waist.

If you want to be in Seattle, then I’ll try my hardest to play in Seattle. If you want to move somewhere else, then I’m coming too.” He releases a heavy sigh. “Stevie girl, I’ll follow you anywhere.

Fuck yeah, I would’ve cut him out of our lives!” Ryan sits forward, his voice rising. “Just like I’m going to do right now. Fuck, Vee. You should’ve told me. I should’ve had your back on this. Fuck that guy.

You took Brett back after he left because you were trying to prove to yourself you were good enough to keep him, but if you take Zanders back, it’s because he’s been working on himself to be good enough to keep you.

Dad: I love you. My eyes burn with tears from seeing those three words. Words he and I haven’t spoken to each other in twelve years. I try to hold it in, but eventually, my body shakes with a silent sob. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that from him until now.

Why am I feeling this way? Because she doesn’t love me. Because she chose money over my sister and me. But it doesn’t matter because I love myself.  That’s what therapy has taught me—to love myself. And I do. Unapologetically and without question, I love myself.  Someone’s got to.

Can I stay here?” She sucks in a deep inhale. “Only for the night? Until my parents are back?” “Of course.” My head darts to my shirtless brother in the kitchen. “Ryan, Indy is going to stay with us for the night.” Indy’s eyes follow mine, finding my brother. She quickly cleans up her face. “Who are you?”  “Um...I’m Ryan.” He offers her an awkward wave. This has got to be uncomfortable for him, having a random crying girl in his living room, not to mention he’s shirtless right now. “Why? Who?” Indy turns towards me then back to my brother. “Why are you hot?” That causes a relieved laugh to escape me, but my brother awkwardly chokes on his saliva in response.  “Indy, this is my twin brother, Ryan. Ryan, Indy.”  “Jesus,” she huffs out. “What kind of voodoo did your parents do while you two were in the womb for you to both be so attractive?

Evan Zanders’ hair is black and tightly faded to his scalp, seeming like he can’t go more than seven to ten business days without getting a fresh cut. At the same time, Eli Maddison’s brown mop falls messily over his eyes, and he probably couldn’t tell you the last time he saw his barber.

Actually, no. I don’t really give a shit,” I state with honesty as Maddison almost chokes in startled laughter next to him. “Just curious. But you could’ve asked the other flight attendant to make you one when she came over here, you know.”  He glances towards the front of the airplane, where Tara’s perfectly thin frame is standing, watching us. “Yeah, but something tells me when it comes to food, I trust your opinion more than hers.” What the hell does that mean? Is that his way of judging my body? Is that his way of saying he knows I eat that kind of junk on a regular basis and can probably make a good one? I mean, he’s not wrong, but still.

Shut up.” I slap a palm over his mouth. “Shut. Up,” I laugh. His amusement shifts to desire as I drop my hand. He stands, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me as if I weigh absolutely nothing. “How about I make you shut up?” He presses his mouth to mine, taking away any words I could say, as he carries me to the kitchen island, sitting me on top. “I’d rather you make me scream,” I retort, already far too out of breath. A devilish smirk spreads across his mouth, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Now that I can do.