57 Quotes by Shaye Evans

Well, I still have ten fingers and toes, if that’s what you’re talking about.” Cash snickered, lifting his head. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Not exactly.”“There’s no evidence that it ever happened. He just said to keep warm and stay out of the snow as much as possible.” “Good.

The drive from the hospital to this street feels weird. It’s so quick compared to walking,” I murmured absently.Cash turned his head and stared at the side of my face. “You walked to the hospital?”“’Course.” I sat back. “It’s not like driving is really an option around these parts.”“No wonder you were cold. I thought you must have ridden a bike or something.”I snorted and rolled my eyes, turning my head toward him. “Do you really see me on a bike, of any kind?” “Point taken.

And these don’t feel a little tight?” he murmured against my ear, squeezing me through the material of my underwear. I whimpered and pumped my hips.“They weren’t,” I panted.“They feel a little tight,” he insisted. “Course they’re tight,” I choked. “You’ve got me worked up.”“And out.

Sorry.” I sniffed again, wiping the corner of my eye.“Why are you apologizing for crying?”“Because it’s weak.”He scoffed. “Showing emotion is a sign of strength, Harper. Too many people hide how they feel.” “Why do you think that is?”“Because they’re scared of the consequences of showing how they feel,” he whispered, looking away.

Welcome to apartment life,” Cash breathed. “I sure know how to make a great first impression,” I muttered, following Cash as he laughed. I didn’t see what was so funny. I’d been yearning for that kiss for months. “No welcome cookies for you then.

I understand. Just long as you know it wasn’t and isn’t your fault, Harper. It was an illness, one you had no control over. ”“I think deep down I did, I do, but hearing someone like Dad say it was my fault, it…” I trailed off, shaking my head.“It made it real.”“Yeah, exactly.” I nodded absently.“I’m selfish… It’s easy for me to say all that when—

Didn’t think I’d find you here,” he murmured. “You scared me.”“Sorry. What’d you get?”I smirked.“Gingerbread?”“Mmhm.” I shuffled my feet, smiling. “We’ve got two each.

Ah, Cash?” “Mmm?” he hummed. “The mesh top is a little small.”“So? It’s supposed to be.”“No, I mean small, small—I can’t get it back over my head kind of small,” I said quickly. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.”“Hang on.

Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. Harper?”“Aw, God, what’d I hit?” I asked, groaning while shifting to sit up. The place spun a little. The cold tiles bit into the seams of my jeans.“The shopping cart,” Cash replied, humor edging his voice. “Shit… Feels like a truck, only it hit me.”“Anything hurt?” Cash bent down into my line of vision.“My hands.” I turned them over to find them grazed, “and ass. I fell on it.”“Can you bash yourself up any more?