86 Quotes by Sophie Jordan

I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it’s still there, attached to him. They call it a phantom limb.I would be like that. A phantom draki, tormented with the memory of what I once was.

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

I won’t let him retreat from me. We’ve come too far. I’ll fight for us even if it’s him I have to fight.

But you're worried I'll get in trouble?" I try not to show how much this pleases me. I've managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a neglected puppy. My voice takes on an edge. "Why do you care? I've ignored you for days."His smile fades. He looks serious, mockingly so. "Yeah. You got to stop that.

I touch his cheek, see my hand shake, and quickly pull itback. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against hischeek, and closes his eyes like he’s in agony. Or bliss. Ormaybe both. Like he’s never been touched before.

You’re scared,” he said quietly.“Scared?” I scoffed. “Of what?”“Of anything real. And what we have is real. You love me and it terrifies you.”“I don’t love you,” I lied.He grabbed my face then, dragging me closer with both hands. “You love me. I know you do. I know it because I can see it in your eyes . . . in the way you look at me.” He inhaled. “It’s the same way I look at you.

Hi," I return, gesturing to the fish. "Nice catch.""Yeah. I'm kind of impressed with myself. I always thought redheads were sexy.""Ha-ha. I meant the fish.""Ah. Yes.

Let’s go. I don’t want to keep you from the things you have to do . . . like plan the next crime wave with your biker gang.”“Sure. And you don’t want to miss your nail appointment.”I cocked my head. “That’s tomorrow.

His blue eyes drilled into me. “Why are you doing this?”I shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know.”He shook his head once like that wasn’t good enough. “Why are you here?”His fingers shifted, the tips sending hot little sparks up my arm. He should look ridiculous with the blue washcloth covering half his face, but he didn’t. He looked human and male and all too vulnerable right then.“Because you need someone.