60 Quotes by Charlotte Stein

Mostly because Lydia said after a long silence, "Holy shit. We are living in a Nicholas Sparks novel.""Exactly," she said from between her knees. "And I'm so not okay with that.

I’m your boyfriend?”[...]“Well … yeah.”“Holy shit, I’m someone’s boyfriend. Are you sure?”“I’m sure.”“And you’re not just saying it because it pretty much means I have to tell you now?”“To be honest, I’m kind of scared that the word slipped out.”I love him for doing a little fist pump after I’ve said that. I love him for sounding so delighted about the whole idea. He keeps saying ‘boyfriend’ in this wondering, chuckling sort of manner, and then when he’s done I love him even harder.

Our lives are forever changed because I was too much of a coward to really go for...to really..to really be who I wanted to be.

I know,” he says, and it’s the strangest thing. I can tell he’s smiling, slow and syrupy, when he says it.

He speaks in a different language with a voice that's already like sand shifting over metal, and my insides flip out. He's inadvertently flicked some weird switch inside me, and there's no turning back once it's there. Apparently I really like hearing someone speak in Hungarian or Polish or Russian or whatever it is he's speaking, while trapped in a closet. I'm a secret subscriber to Trapped in a Polish Closet magazine.

I would never forbid you. I can’t forbid you. It’s not in my power to, and it never should be.

I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it’s my only thought, and it torments me night and day.

He kisses me until my mouth is sore from his stubble, and most likely cherry red. Then, when he sees its ripe colour, he kisses me more to make up for it. He kisses me between courses and in the middle of them too, licking chocolate from my lips when I accidentally make a mess – so uncaring of whatever anyone in here might think.

Kiss him back? That seemed like a ridiculously unobtainable goal. She’d only just remembered that the word was kiss, for God’s sake. Her eyes were wide and her body had turned to stone and his mouth was so, so soft. Unbearably soft, really. He didn’t push, and he didn’t pressurize her into anything further, and his lips just molded against hers as though they’d always meant to get around to it.