115 Quotes by Alice Clayton

The feeling of his skin against mine was perfection, and something I’d never experienced before. I felt worshipped.

Maybe you’ll show up at my back door with your nuts again.

Well, considering my entire life, now seems rules by odd coincidences, I figure it’s right on track.

He was wooing me. And I was letting him woo. I wanted the woo. I deserved the woo.

But as close as friends and lovers could be, there was something about belonging to someone completely that gave you roots – roots you sometimes needed when the world battled against you.

Did you bring me anything else?” He brought his face back to mine, tinged with the slightest of blush. “I hesitate to say it now.” “What did you bring?” I asked, shaking his shoulders. He buried his head once again into my neck. “A really big zucchini.

My shirt bunched up around my waist, and the feeling of his hi-there against my hoohah was indescribable.

Oh please, like you don’t know. You’re bigger than a breadbox!

Babies. I want to fill you up with babies. Like, make you pregnant with babies. And have some of the babies. Babies. Babies. Caroline? Babies.