Cassie Mae Quotes

It's just empty boxers. Empty. It's not like there's a penis hiding in them.

Yeah, I don't want to get to the point when I don't need you.

He makes me go crazy inside all the way to the outside.

I spread my fingers to peek through them, and I see that Wesley's face is as red as mine. He's looking down at his pants like the thing is sticking out of the fly and not just pressing against it. And when I notice the dark, wet spot, that's when I really start to freak out.
He did not just ... ..
"Thats not me!" he shouts, holding his hands up and shaking his head. What the heck does he mean, that's not him? Who else could it be? "I think you drooled. That's not ... . I didn't ...

My whole paycheck is going to Campbell's. Thank you, Pepé Le Pew.

I can't tell if I hear your heart beating, or if it's mine," I say against his skin.
"Aren't they the same thing?

I'm usually ashamed of my tears. Afraid they showed weakness. But I am unashamedly crying now, because they aren't showing my fragility. They're showing unconditional love for my best friend.

My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe.

I want to make people smile. I want to tell an epic story ... with laughter. I want to change the way people view the world. I want life to stop being so damn dramatic all the time. I want ... what are you doing?

It's not about experience, Kel. It's about knowing the person you're kissing.

I'll keep my lips to myself, if that's what you want.

Kaylee,
For over a hundred years, magicians have been pulling objects out of hats. Rabbits, flowers... It's become such a famous trick that rabbits are known to represent magic in general.
I'm a magician. I've been pulling things from hats since I learned the trick at ten years old. It's all about sleight of hand. Misdirection.
Distraction.
What people don't really know is it isn't the magician that makes the trick magical. It's the object. What is a zig-zag box without the blades? What is a cage without a dove?
The object is the spark--the real reason why the illusion is worth seeing, worth doing, worth discovering.
Sometimes magicians lose their rabbits. They get lost in the act, or the magician makes a mistake and has to coax the rabbit back out. Because without the rabbit, the trick is useless. Without the rabbit, the hat becomes insignificant.
Kaylee Elizabeth Sperling, you are the rabbit to my hat, and I love you. Please forgive me for losing the spark in your trick. I will do whatever I can to make it up to you, starting with this deck of cards. 52 reasons why I love you. And I could fill another deck. Perhaps two more or three.
Whatever it takes to coax my rabbit back out.
-Nate

Okay, so I lied. He's nothing like Peter Parker. He's a bajillion times sexier than Peter Parker. Spiderman ain't got nothing on Zak Gibbons.

I suddenly have a million kisses I have to give her.

I'm a fan of yellow." She knocks the fridge door shut with her hip and grabs the drink. "It's the best flavor ever."
"Yellow isn't a flavor."
"Yes it is.

I remember how it felt when he put the ring on my finger. It was beyond words.
But nothing could've ever prepared me for how it feels to put a ring on his finger.

Dedicated to everyone who knows the importance of laughter, and counts it as their workout for the day.

There's dust on my exercise bike. I sigh, clap my hands, and pull it to the center of the room. I'm out of breath by the time I get it in front of the TV. "Well, that's enough exercise for me," I say to myself and go set up the rest of the room.

I love my best friend's boyfriend. But I swear, I saw him first.

I am completely through the roof, over the moon, skyrocketing through space in love with my best friend.

I've been checking you out since we were freshmen."
"Why??"
"Do you even have to ask?" I laugh as a string of colorful handkerchiefs falls into my hand when I pull it from his pocket.

Levi is made from the beautiful pool of people, but its his good-guy-ness that makes him the most gorgeous man alive.

Prepare your thrusters.

Absence makes the clitoris grow fonder.

My girl.
My Lexie.
My best friend.

The ocean is scary ... but it is beautiful," he says into my ear.
He clearly sees something I'm not seeing.
"I guess."
"You stubborn woman." He chuckles, and his hands slide from my waist to the railing, and his front presses against my back. "Terrifying things can be beautiful, you know. Trust me on that one.

But I decided that the popularity of something holds no value when I make my choices. I make decisions for me.

I like this marriage thing, because it's the best of all of us. We get to be the whole meal. The appetizer, the entree, the luxurious dessert ...
And yes, the peas and the carrots.

I was just, uh...looking at your bush.

My eyes travel up red slacks, a white marching band shirt with a red sash that says ORCHARD HIGH, and finally reach the top of Levi's head fashioning a red and white hat that straps under his chin. He gives me a half smile, and taps his leg with his piccolo.
He is without a doubt, the sexiest human being alive.

Before this trip he was my best friend ... And now, well, do you realize how hot he is? I mean like wow. When did that happen?"
"Seventh grade after he got the braces off.

Erase the parts that make me unhappy. I guess that means emphasizing the parts that do.

I want to meet him. Perhaps show him my gun collection."
I laugh, realizing my face still isn't dry as the chuckles send tears off the bottom of my chin. "You don't have a gun collection."
"My cutlery, then." He smiles, patting my leg.

How'd you sleep?"
"Like I was in paradise."
"I have no problems with you calling my body paradise. Do me a favor and spread the word. Chicks love that shit.

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Every Wolverine fan knows who that is.

People change, you know. They grow, they shrink, they bald, they get zits, they wrinkle. But each person is attractive in their own way, and they're attractive to someone else.
No matter how much you change out here" - she motions to, well, all of me - "I'll always find you attractive because of the person you are in here.

I vow to pick up my socks."
"Can I get that in writing?

Hmm," she hums after a moment.
"What?"
"Just thinking ... We both want you to get this role."
"No sh*t."
"And arguing obviously isn't helping us out."
I snort. "But that's what we do.

I knew it!
Cards fly everywhere, as if he had them hidden in his gym shorts.

Okay," he says before setting his hand on mine. He weaves his fingers in between my own and I swear I just swallowed a drummer with the way my heart pounds in my throat. I steal a glance at him, and he looks like he's about to sweat a waterfall. "I-I'll shift, you just worry about the clutch." He gulps and his grip tightens on my hand.
If he thinks this is less distracting, he's dead wrong.

He goes to start the car for me again, leaning so close his breath tickles my neck. My head goes fuzzy as I picture him closing the distance between our bodies, forgetting I'm supposed to be doing something. His lips form words, but I don't hear them. His scent is intoxicating, pulling me under. Holy crap! I'm going to pass out!

I love you."
"Why?" I ask, eyes drifting closed already.
"Because I can't picture a life without you," he whispers so low I barely catch it. "I don't want to."
I smile as much as I can with how sleepy I am. He didn't even rehearse that one.
His lips graze my forehead. "Why do you love me?"
"Because you say things like that."
"Wow. My answer was so much better than yours.

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