V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.
Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.
Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.
He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.
I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not been devastated by Barrons' death. The alchemy of grief has forged a new metal. I have been transformed. There's only one way I can make his death okay. Undo it.
Oooh! Stop that. When you smile at me I want all of it." "What?" He looked confused
God Said: Let there be light! I said: Say please.
Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.
So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.
You're Mac, and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters.
He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck?
The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm.
If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.
When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.
If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.
He looked blank. “He’s the one who’s been doing the magic against us?” “Duh,” I said. “Doona be ‘duh’ing me, lass,” he growled, his burr thickening.
But it seems Ive got this set of scales inside me that I never used to have, or at least I wasnt aware of, and I cant shake the feeling that if I dont try to keep them balanced, Ill lose something I wont be able to get back.
I'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.
The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.
He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac
He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.
Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.
I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
Who would ever understand me?
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