34 Quotes by Helen Hoang

The world stopped.All was silence but for their hearts trying to synchronize their crashing.

Quan gave him an impatient look. "Did you touch her clit at all?""What's that?" "Oh hell," Michael said.Quan smacked his palm to his forehead. "Her clitoris. It's where you stimulate her to make her come.""Where is it?"Quan rubbed both hands over his face as Michael repeated, "Oh hell.

Maybe it was pathetic, but he wanted to live in a world where brides-to-be only had sex with their grooms-to-be and vice versa. Besides, large groups of horny women were terrifying. You couldn't defend yourself against them, and their nails were sharp.

It wasn't an absolute of course. People were people, and they hated to be entirely predictable.

For whatever reason, none of the women in this house cooked. He’d had to learn in order to survive.

He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans, fully aware of her audience's appreciative gaze. He felt a little ridiculous about it, but maybe he did it slowly. Maybe he flexed his abs and biceps as he zipped his fly and buttoned his pants. Because really, putting on pants required a lot of muscle.

Happy people don't wear all black.

She ached so badly to be held it felt like a sickness had invaded her muscles and bones. As usual, her own arms provided little comfort.

How did one not obsess over something wonderful? How did one like something a reasonable amount?