Christina Lauren Quotes

When I say 'I love you' I don't mean that I love what being with you does for my career, or I love how often you're willing to shag. I mean I love you. I love making you laugh, and seeing how you react to things, and getting to know the little things about you. I love who I am with you, and I'm trusting you not to hurt me.

I give myself three more seconds to look at him and it's like another punch to the gut. He's my person. He's always been my person. My best friend, my confidant, probably the love of my life.

Look, Sara. The way Andrew treated you was unconscionable. We all saw that, and I regret not speaking up on your behalf. But you have the choice to decide how you grow from it. If you're going to think every man is like him, you don't deserve Max. Max isn't that guy.

I knew everything happened for a reason. I just wished the reason would hurry up and make itself known.

And there isn't a chance in hell I'd miss seeing you walk down that aisle. I've fought way too fucking hard for you.

A God worthy of your eternal love wouldn't judge you for who you love while you're here.

We don't rehash the question of my sexuality, but I feel its presence like a third person in the room, sitting in the dark corner, eavesdropping on our conversation.

I wanted to lie in bed with her at night, and bemoan the ordeal of planning a wedding. I wanted it all.

You're making fun of your bride on her wedding night?" His expression straightened and his brow smoothed as I ran my greedy hand down his chest. "Of course I am." "What kind of monster are you?" I teased, lightly scratching his stomach. His answering smile tilted up one half of his perfect mouth. "The kind that's going to fuck you so hard it'll look like your legs were put on backwards.

Wasn't it enough that I was secretly giving her the chance to break my heart?

Why can't everyone be like you?"

"I can be enough of your world that it feels like everyone is.

Hasn't my mother warned you that I've never been good at sharing?

I am. But if I could motorboat perfect tits like yours I might be able to find Jesus.

She was like a fire-cracker standing too close to a match: all potential energy, still wrapped up so neatly. He wanted to watch her explode. Hell, he was the match. He wanted to make her explode.

It's so cute how you think everything's about you

I love you so fucking much, my naughty, sweet Plum.

We found out yesterday that Robert has won the Drama Desk Award for Possessed, a huge Broadway honor. Jeff - who is over the moon about it - is planning a fiftieth birthday party/award celebration. Of course I have to be there . . . and of course Calvin will be, too.

No way am I going solo. I need major reinforcements, and nobody makes me laugh harder than Davis.

"I know where this is going," he says once I've explained the situation. He lets out a long sigh. "Does this mean I need to get a plane ticket and rent a tux?"

"Well yeah, because I want my date to look hot."

"That is some Flowers in the Attic stuff, Holls. Don't be weird.

( ... ) loving someone isn't enough, that you must wait until you find your heart.

It had been forever since I'd felt like I wanted to take over someone's sexual history, completely overwrite it with my hands and dick and mouth.

and we wouldn't have to put our hearts on the line and try to make it anything more.

The thing about this music is that if you just stand here and listen, you'll never appreciate it. You're supposed to be part of it - part of the party. I think that's why I like it so much.

You're so lucky and you don't even know it.

Yes. I just want to fall asleep inside you. Maybe our bodies will make love again while our brains sleep.

He grunts a little, looking down at the twig he's slowly and methodically shredding. "Okay."

I glare. "What does 'okay' mean?"

"It means okay."

"You can't think that long before giving me an 'okay.' That's a condescending 'okay.'"

He laughs, and tosses the stick to the ground before looking up at me. "Okay."

A challenge. He wants to engage me, I can tell.

"Goddammit.

My new dress itched and I wished I'd taken the time to ask around the lab about these Spanx things I had on. From this first experience with them, I decided they were created by Satan, or a man who was too thin for skinny jeans.

But I didn't think I'd ever wanted her more than in that moment when I was witnessing her put herself back together.

I think about having you spread over my face," I said. "And taking you on the floor just inside my apartment because I can't wait long enough to get us anywhere more comfortable. I don't want to be with anyone else lately, and it means I spend an awful lot of time going for runs at random hours, or with my hand on my own dick wishing it was yours instead.

There is a high that comes from live shows, a collective energy in a large group of people all gathered for one reason. The beat slices through the melodies and then drops; the crowd bounces and undulates like ripples of water.

Relief and anguish pulse heavily in my blood. I've wanted to see him every day. But also, I never wanted to see him again.

But if you did, how would you touch me?" she asked, folding the garment neatly before placing it in an open drawer in front of her. I barely had to consider the question before my answer burst forward: "Desperately.

And I know it's been a long time, but it isn't too long to still be royally pissed about it. It was a dream you lost, and that's bloody terrible from any angle.

When he looked at me like that I knew I was bound to follow him anywhere.

I'm trying to find a way to say I want it to be more than sex. I have feelings for you that go way past sexual.

Let's get a cup of coffee and maybe a blowjob in the bathroom.

I just don't want to see you risk everything for a man who may never want the same things.

I don't want you to leave without me. A wife belongs with her husband, and he belongs with her. I'm always selfish with you, asking you to move here, asking you to wait until it's good for my career before you leave, but there it is.

Wait, you remember that?"
"Of course I remember that. You sounded like a frat boy and looked like a fucking model. What man could ever forget that?"
"I would have given anything to know what you were thinking right then."
"I was thinking, 'Highly fuckable intern, twelve o'clock. Disengage, soldier. I repeat, disengage.

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If you move to the West Coast, I will make a gun out of this," she said, drunkenly brandishing a tiny straw before searching the rest of the cluttered table, "and these peanuts and this glass and shoot you in the dick, Will."
I winced at the visual. "Wow-" I began.
"In the dick, Will.

We were both on the same page, but then suddenly . . . we weren't.

You sure you don't want me to bring you back something?" Her eyes moved in the direction of his office. "A hit man? Some holy water?

Take me back, Chloe. Tell me right now that you will.

Of course happy couples fight! Two strong minds coming together are never going to agree on everything, and it's healthy to express those feelings. But what we had to learn was that it was the way we were expressing our feelings that wasn't healthy. Shouting doesn't make anyone feel better. Storming off doesn't fix any problems.

I told you, I want more than this. I want to be with you. I want to be your lover." I swore, digging my hands into my hair. "I'm falling for you, Chloe.

For the first time in my life I was admitting defeat.

Do you ever think about how weird it is that we run into each other all the time?" he asked, eyes unreadable
"No," I admitted. "Isn't that the way the world works? In a city of millions you'll always see the same person."
"But how often is it the person you most want to see?

Which was your favorite? Living room, or bed, or floor, or bed, or wall, or mirror, or bar, or floor?"

"Shhh," I whisper, lifting my cup to take another, more careful sip of coffee. I smile into my mug. "You're weird."

"I think I need a cast for my penis.

Beauty is only skin-deep, and ugly goes straight to the bone.

The problem with being in the eye of the storm is you have no sense of how big it really is.

I never expected to feel this way about someone." She stared at me, eyes wide nad lips parted as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I stood and ran over to the dresser, pulling the box from the drawer and carrying it over to her. When I opened the box and let her see my grandmother's antique diamond and sapphire ring, she clammed a hand over her mouth. "I want to be married," I said again. Her silence was unnerving, and fuck, I'd completely botched this with my rambling nonsense. "Married to you, I mean." Her eyes filled with tears and she held them, unblinking. "You.Are such.An ass.

And rule two," I said, shaking my head slowly. "Don't ever discuss hymen regeneration over lunch. Or . . . like, ever.

Julia", I answered breathlessly.
"Chloe, are you in the bathroom fucking that nice slice of man cake?"
"I'll be there in a second, okay?" I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my bag. I looked up at him, feeling my rational side return after the small interruption. "I should go."
"Look, I-" He was cut off as my phone rang again. I answered without bothering to look at the screen.
"God, Julia! I'm not in here fucking the piece of man cake!"
"Chloe?" Joel's confused voice sounded through the phone.
"Oh ... hi." Shit. This could not be happening to me.

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As I slip in, I wonder whether, in ten years, I'll hear a riff or an opening chord to one of the songs and be transported back immediately to this time in my life. It makes the shadow thought follow - what will I feel when I think of these times? Will I think, Wow, those were the hardest days, trying to figure out who I was? Or will I think, Those days were so easy and free, with so little responsibility?

I'd had a few of these quiet, crystallizing moments in the past few weeks. Moments where I simultaneously registered how much I'd grown up and how little I really knew about life and relationships. Some of these moments happened when I was watching Bennett and Chloe, and the quiet way they picked on and adored each other in equal measure. Another moment was here, playing a game by myself, feeling more content than I had in a very long time.

Will dropped the Hiroshima of awkward," Niall explained, "and Pippa followed up with Nagasaki.

I just want to see you come apart.
I wanted to tell her that she was witnessing it now, and in all honesty she'd been watching it happen for weeks.

You look pretty," I said, leaning against the counter beside her. She snapped into the carrot. "Thanks." "Think I might fuck you senseless in a few minutes." Shrugging and pretending to look nonchalant, she murmured, "Okay.

I suspect I would do almost anything for you,

But when he kissed me? I didn't feel lost in him the way I get lost in you.

It was clear that Chloe, even down to the last moment, was working something out. Her eyes were closed, her face arranged in a look of concentration as she sifted through her thoughts. Just as clear was the moment she figured it all out. Lifting her head, her eyes moved up the aisle to me, and it was as if time stopped and everything else fell away. I could feel myself smile, then see it reflected in the way her entire face seemed to light up, and I did the only thing I could think. I whispered the words, Come here.

Shouting something to the bartender about the usual for the ladies and something pink for the pretty boy. On second thought, this was going to be a long night.

You broke up with her last night?"
He nods … "You're the love of my life. I assumed I would get over you eventually, but seeing you yesterday?" He shakes his head. "I couldn't go home to someone else and pretend to love her with everything I have.

The way Emily describes it: when I meet someone I love, I become an octopus and wind my tentacles around their heart, tighter and tighter until they can't deny they love me just the same.

We never did lose what we found in this room," he said, bending now and kissing my shoulder. "In fact, we turned it into the happiest hate-love of all time.

His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he'll give sermons with that voice, whether he'll throw down judgement with that voice.

Limerence.'

There's no other word like it. The state of being infatuated with another person.

I want this to be everything you want it to be." Leaning in, he smiles and says, "I want you to see your dream come to life.

I heard the click of a shutter followed by Max's deep voice. "The way you seem nervous makes me think you don't know that I'm in love with you.

It didn't really get easier, per se. Our sadness just got quieter.

Your dad intimidates the hell out of me."

I laughed. "Because he's tall?"

"Tall," he agreed, "and quiet. He has the commanding-presence thing down."

"He just says a lot more with his eyes than with his mouth."

"Unfortunately for me, I don't speak Danish Eyeball.

I leaned in and kissed him. It was a mess: hands in hair and practically climbing into his lap right there in that stupid bar but I didn't care. I didn't care. His hands moved to my face, and his eyes--when I peeked--were open and pleading and something was there. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Sweet Sara," he murmured around my wild kisses.

I'm not interested in being anyone's plaything right now.
"I believe I'm asking to be yours."
Shaking her head, she fought a smile and looked up at me. "Stop being cute."
"Meet me upstairs."
"What? No."
"The empty ballroom adjacent to the restrooms. It's up the stairs and to your right.

I nodded but couldn't form even a single word in response. I wanted him so much it hurt, and now he was touching me, finally ...

Can you believe me, though?" he asks quietly. "That the worst thing I ever did was for the best reason I ever had?

I'm still awake at four in the morning, sitting on my couch, leg jiggling.

Nothing helped me sleep.

Not chamomile, not whiskey, not my favorite pink vibrator, not PBS.

You are an exceptional human, with depth and heart. Don't let anyone–or anything–dim that light inside you.

Ziggy was Jensen's sister. Ziggy was the kid I never knew. Hanna was this uninhibited, self-possessed woman in front of me who I was pretty sure was going to effectively wreck my world.

He's not recruiting me to the oiled-up Gay Bliss Club of Northern Utah, but to the LDS Church.

Come in. Sit anywhere but on the bed. Don't look cute, don't get undressed, and don't touch my underwear.

I loved you … You loved me, too, you know," he says quietly. "It was everything."
I feel as though I've been shoved, and push away from the table a little, but he leans in. "Sorry. This is too intense. I'm just terrified of not getting a chance to say it.

I want to make her life better by being the best thing in it.

Anyone walking by would think we were drunk. Is that what this is? It's chemistry, I know that for sure, something numbing and piercing at once, something that makes me feel like I'm alive for the first time and dead in other ways--murdered memories of what anyone else felt like before this man. Murdered memories of what it felt like to be over a hundred miles away. I know the weight of his hands and body, how he tastes just like me after only two deep kisses, the way his laugh turns into moans, and how he watches my hands when I touch him.

And, if she did, I wondered if she could see in my eyes that it had been good, so good for me; it was making me want to kneel at her feet right now.

I wished I'd taken the time to ask around the lab about these Spanx things I had on. From this first experience with them, I decided they were created by Satan,

Why are we always expected to share the picture of us with our boobs out on the beach, but dudes can share the candid one with their slobbery dog?

Do you, House? Do you watch me all the time?

Wow. He's . . . hot. I met Bennett earlier, too. You guys are like the Hot Men's Club of Manhattan.

I'm sorry I was so quiet tonight," he said, haltingly.
I met his eyes in the mirror. "I like your kind of quiet. Your heart isn't quiet.

This, what we have, is the most amazing thing I have ever felt. Do you feel it too?

Take this and stick it up your ass." I

It's about finding the woman who gets you thinking. She'll be the one who'll change your mind about everything.

Boobs have always been sort of a problem for me." Will's eyes widened. "Boobs are never a problem for anyone. Ever.

He tastes like salt and air, as if the ocean wrapped around him when he was small and never let go.

When you're coming, you just make unintelligible sounds. But when you're close, you just whisper 'please' over and over, as if I'd ever deny you.

For some reason, the two of us arguing was like some sick form of foreplay.

I was terrified of what that meant
but as she took my hand in hers, kissing it softly before entwining our fingers, I realized it didn't matter. I'd passed the point of no return and whether she wanted me or not, I was hers.
"Je suis à toi.

She smiles at me. "You're the biggest geek I've ever known." When she says it, I hear pride in her voice. To Lola, this is the ultimate praise.

WE SPENT THE AFTERNOON BUILDING
"FOR SERVICE," HE SAID.
NEW PIECES, NEW PLACES, NEW PARTS
TO BE PUT HERE AND THERE AND TAKEN FOR GRANTED.
BUT IT FELT GOOD, AND I TOLD HIM THAT.
HE RESTED A PLANK ON HIS SHOULDER
LIKE A BAYONET.
AND I NEARLY LAUGHED, THINKING,
IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO FALL IN LOVE
WITH A SOLDIER ON THE OTHER SIDE?

Despite what film and music would have women believe, the guys are all hopeless when it comes to the female orgasm. They learn sex from watching porn, where giving the camera a good view is the goal and no one really cares if it works for the girl, because she'll pretend it's awesome regardless. Sex happens up close, and inside, not at camera's length. Guys seem to forget that.

My heart is a drum, deep in the jungle of my chest, and it bangs and bangs and bangs for him.

Go ahead and rip them ... you know you want to.