There are reasons we walk this earth. I’m coming to realize mine.
And Burford needs a momma.
He’d also dreamed of her laughing, burying her face in his chest, her dark hair all around, her mirth vibrating through his skin, his flesh, straight into his heart.
You can have family that makes you safe. You can have friends who’ll take your back. But the most important person and the one who’ll have the best shot at keeping you safe is you.
I like it that you have no clue how to kiss but still, the two kisses I’ve shared with you are the best I’ve ever had. By far.
Heart and soul, belly and womb, I love you too, Deacon.
Anyone can find themselves in a place they don’t want to be, and even knowin’ they don’t wanna be there, they can’t get out. It’s findin’ it in you to get out that says it all about you, Amy.
You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Ivey.
I’m Rush. You call me Mr. Allen again, I’m clearing the room and we’re gonna have a different kind of lesson.
Dreams don’t happen and that’s it. You have to feed them and keep them alive.
Sweet dreams, baby.
You love me. I love you. We’re connected. What we have is beautiful and that’s all it’ll ever be. For eternity. Until the end of days. Until the sun falls from the sky, all you and I will share is beauty.
I looked back at him. “I’m in love with you, so yes.” He closed his eyes and he did it slowly, dropping his head. That meant something to him. I stared at him. Tall, broad, strong, scary, dude-you-don’t-mess-with Knight Sebring, head bowed, overcome. No, I was wrong. It meant everything to him.
You had your chance tonight, babe. And you got to your knees beside me. There’s no turning back. You can’t give me that, all of that, and take it away. You need to get this, baby, and right now I need to know you do.
Babe, you’re standing in my arm, in my house, drinking my wine after agreeing in the kitchen.” “I haven’t even sipped the wine,” I pointed out. His lips twitched. Twitched! I made Knight Sebring’s lips twitch! “Right, well, you will,” he muttered. “And I didn’t agree to anything,” I went on. Another lip twitch. Then a repeated, “Right, well, you will.
I’m Southern. If it isn’t fried, griddled, or grilled, it’s grilled, griddled, or fried. We might get up to some boilin’, but only if it’s crawfish, lobster, or shrimp, and I don’t have none of that.” I.
Take my advice, never heckle a drag queen. They’ll make mincemeat out of you.
We almost couldn’t fit all of our hair into the car, but luckily we were wearing fewer clothes so it balanced out.
You don’t know this, baby, but some men have dream women too.
And maybe this was the us we were always meant to be and we should be that.