345 Quotes by J.M. Darhower

Patience has never been my strong suit.I’m not exactly keen on waiting for anything.Nor am I good at planning, for that matter.I’m the shoot first, ask questions never type... you know, the kind to toss a grenade in a packed room to solve a personal problem?

You keep being so charming and I might start catching feelings.”“I wouldn’t blame you,” I say. “Just, you know, keep them to yourself, in case they’re contagious.”“Don’t worry,” she says. “I practice safe sentiment. I’ll be sure to wrap it before I yap it.”I laugh at that. This goddamn woman. She’s got a mouth on her, without a doubt, the kind of mouth that’s destined to get her in a lot of trouble in life.

I got you. It’s okay.”I blink rapidly, my eyes burning, a lump in my throat that I’m struggling to swallow back.“I got you,” he says for the third time, “but I’m telling you, if you start fucking crying on me right now, if you start boo-hoo’ing, there’s a chance I’ll just throw you over the side myself, so don’t do it.

Morgan,” he says, his voice quiet as he whispers my name. My name. “Open your eyes, baby.

As soon I stop moving, Scarlet lays down on top of me, nuzzling into my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, stroking her back, still balls deep inside her pussy.It’s a strange sensation.Cuddling.We’re fucking cuddling.What the hell happened to my life?

Lorenzo saved my ass. Again.“I got you,” Lorenzo says. “How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe it?”“Probably a few more times.”“And I thought I told you to stay out of trouble,” he says, scolding me. “I even asked nicely.”“Yeah, well, the trouble with trouble is that it doesn’t always look like trouble, Lorenzo.”“This was very obviously trouble, woman.

You think something’s wrong?”“I know something’s wrong,” I say. “Were you aware Five here hasn’t watched Star Wars?”“What?”“Seriously, I can’t wrap my head around it, so I’m going to need a few minutes.

Maybe love made you kiss all messy. Maybe love made you hungry for faces.

Are you done crying now?” he asks.I laugh again. “You’re such an asshole.”“I was going to talk to you,” he says, “but you might blow snot on me with all that blubbering.