Katie McGarry Quotes

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

You love me?" she says.
"I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I don't remember not loving you." It's always been there – as easy and beautiful as the sun rising in the morning.

I reclaimed his lips and hooked a leg around his as we moved in rhythm with each other. In between frantic kisses, i whispered the words, "I love you". Because i did. Noah listened to me. He made me laugh and he made me feel special. He was strong and warm and caring and ... everything. I loved him. I loved him more than i'd ever loved another person in my life.

Come on, baby. It's time."
"You're mean, Noah."
The blanket falls off her arm as I slide a finger down her shoulder. Goose bumps form along her skin at my touch. She may be cranky, but she's responding.
"A deal's a deal," I remind her.
"I changed my mind. I'd rather sleep." With her eyes still shut, she hunts for the cover, but I kick it off. She presses her lips together. "I'm serious. You're the meanest person I know."
I kiss her neck then blow on the skin, pleased with the smile she's fighting.
"Does that feel mean?" I ask.
"Horribly." She giggles. "It's torture.

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Got a warrant or something?" Pigpen asks in a low voice that's more of a threat than a question.

You're beautiful," I say, and the honesty of my words stings. "You're beautiful inside and out. I like how you challenge me. I like how I can never figure out what you're going to do or say. I like how we've thrown weird shit in your direction and you take it like a pro."
I cup her face with one hand and caress her soft skin. "I like how you smile and how you laugh. I like how you love and defend your family and I like how you're trying to love mine. I love how you trust. But mostly, Emily, I like how I feel when I'm around you."
Shit. My heart bursts as the words tumble out. "I'm falling for you.

People laugh as I pass. They're judging me and their judgment is spot on. I don't belong here. I never have.

Think she could have told us we were going to fight the NFL?"
"Would that have stopped you?"
"No"
"Me either."
The laughter between the two of us echoed into the night.

Noah felt strong and warm and muscular and safe and he smelled, oh, God, delicious. I couldn't stop kissing him if my life depend it upon it: his lips, his neck, his chest, and Noah seemed as hungry as me.

The question isn't what I would have done. The question is what do you want to do?

I forced my head straight and narrowed my eyes. I love you.

Baby, no one would ever make the mistake of using the word ugly with you. Especially with me around." He pushed the curls off my face, his fingers leaving a burning trail. "Everything about you is beautiful and sexy as hell.

She's my daughter. The only one I have and the only child I'll ever have. I see the fear in her eyes, I sense her hesitancy, but when I get her to smile it makes up for all those moments in between. I got this one chance. My last chance. I don't want to blow what little time I have left with her so no, I don't want anyone rocking her world.

Silences seem longer in darkness. I think it's because it's harder to lie when the lights are off. There's a rawness that only belongs to the night and the truth can't help but be set free.

Echo's my solid, my base, my foundation. She has no idea that the single fear that keeps me up at night is knowing one day she'll discover she doesn't need me like I need her.

Were' is a son-of-a-bitch word.

I'd like to somehow find the courage to be on the outside who I am on the inside.

Throughout the movie, we moved to eat popcorn, shifted to get comfortable, only to end up uncomfortable; an awkward dance of keeping my hands and parts from familiar and unfamiliar areas of Echo's divine body. I was capable of being a gentleman for the length of one movie, at least. The credits roled and my left hand, which I'd placed behind my head to avoid her tempting tummy, tingled with numbness.
My patience finaly snapped. "This is ridiculous." I swept her up and swung her over my shoulder, her bare feet dangling in front of me.
Tinkling laughter filed the room. "What are you doing?" I tossed her onto the bed. Her fire-red hair sprawled over the pilow. My siren smiled up at me.
"Getting comfortable," I said. " -Noah's POV

Echo pranced to the ta ble with a wicked grin on her lips. I craved nothing more than to kiss that pretty little smirk off her face. Instead, i yanked one of her silky red curls. Her laughter tickled my skin.

Vega, you got some major balls harassing my girl.

The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.

Isn't it always the things that you can't see that hurt you?

Typical me
hurricane that leaves nothing but destruction.

Food shouldn't be half-bad. It should be all good.

Echo…I will never leave you.

Look, man, I get it. We don't do attachments. We depend on something or someone and the system rips it away from us. But Echo's not the system, man. She's a girl who looked like shit yesterday and chased you down when we all decided you should play the dick instead of being her friend.

He wants you back," slurred Beth.
"Excuse me?"
"He's in love with you and want you to be his one and only. And some other bullshit about you not being in second place and proving you wrong.

Near the pool table, two guys straighten from the shots they were lining up.
Dust places his pool stick on the table.

She unlocked her hands from my neck and pushed her body against my arms, but i wasn't ready to let her go-not yet. "Noah?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm kind of done hugging you."
Reluctanly, i let go. One shot. One fucking shot. What the hell do i do now? What the hell do i want? Echo. To feel her body wrapped around mine, to smell her enticing scent, to let her deliver me to that place where i would forget everything but her.

Echo placed the expertly folded blanket back on the couch and smoothed it several times, insisting on finding perfection in a world where none existed.

Ryan has this blank, way too innocent expression. "Don't worry, Mr. Risk. I'd love to help Elisabeth."
He turns to me and smiles. This smile isn't genuine or heartwarming, but cocky as hell.
Bring it, jock boy. Your best won't be good enough.

What's going down in your brain?" Pigpen asks.
"Who shot me?"
"We don't know." The way he makes direct eye contact, he's not lying.

Twenty she curses you out by lunch," says Chris.
"Thirty she kills you by lunch," adds Logan.
"I'm getting her number."
The two of them laugh.

Quiet anger frightens me. The drunks, the idiots, the ones that rage easily - them I can handle. I know when to step out of their way. It's the ones that hold the anger in, the men that think about what they do and how they do it, that scare me. They're the ones that cause damage.

I met you soon after and i could never think of touching anyone else.

Last night, the two of us said too much, felt too much, and I had somehow convinced myself that the moment we shared would remain that–a moment. But it didn't; the emotions between us linger and I don't know what that means.

You've been asleep for a very long time," she whispers. "It's time to wake up, Scarlett. There's a whole world of possibility waiting for you.

If you were searching. I also would have left a small indication that something so important, something so critical to your soul has disappeared. The sole reason a constellation exists is because it's a sum of its parts. To lose one of those parts ... it's painful and irreversible.

Please, Noah, I don't want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good."
He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and arm still draped over me. I felt small under his warmth and strength.
His chocolate-brown eyes softened. "Being with you feels good. Touching you-" he tucked a curl behind my ear. "-feels good. I have never wanted anyone like I want you. There's nothing you can do wrong when just breathing makes everything right.

A man wouldn't be holding a girl on a bridge like he's about to toss her over. I swear on my patch, killing you is not in the Terror's plans." - Pigpen

How's that wrestling match with God going?" Pigpen asks. "From here you look mighty tired.

Jocks usually aren't smart. Their muscles feast on their brains.

Noah trailed a line of blazing kisses along the nape of neck, confusing my brain.

If you're scared, tell me. If you need to cry and scream, then do it. And you sure as hell don't walk away from us because you think it would be better for me. Here's the reality, Echo: I want to be by your side. If you want to go to the mall stark naked so you can show the world your scars, then let me hold your hand. If you want to see your mom, then tell me that too. I may not always understand, but damn, baby, I'll try.

I rested my forehead against hers. "I want you to be happy."
"You, too," she whispered.

There are lies in life we accept. Whether it's for the sake of ignorance, bliss, or, in my case, survival, we all make our choices.

I love her. More than I thought I was capable of, and I would sacrifice my life for her happiness.

Pigpen's on the move.

Here's the thing- I love you and I love her, but I swear to God I'll kick your ass if you hurt her.

Her face reddened. "Sorry, i, um, assumed that, you know, that since you said i was yours, that we would kind of, i guess ... "
Damn, she was cute when she stammered.

As long as everyone thinks you're a cutter or tried to commit suicide you'll always be on the outs.

Because somebody out there fucking loves you and doesn't deserve the type of hurt you jumping would have caused. Killing yourself doesn't solve your problems. It just hands them to somebody else.

Noah's experienced reputation walked down the hallway before he did.

Wow, Mrs. Collins is a freaking miracle worker. Dangerous Noah Hutchins on the straight and narrow. If you don't watch out she'll ruin your rep with the girls."
I lowered my voice. "Not that it matters. I only care what one girl thinks about me.

Calm down," comes a voice, and it's not Razor's. I rip my focus away from the water and there's a man [Pigpen] with blond hair and a cut like Razor's slowly approaching the bridge. His hands are up - a sign of submission. "Just calm down.

I'm just a girl on a midway, he's just a boy on a midway, and not everything has to end like a daydream.

Echo, kissing you for the rest of my life would be good enough, and you need to get these fucked-up thoughts out of your brain. I'm scared of making love to you because you're too good for me. I'm terrified that after I share this with you, you'll realize the mistake, and I can't take that. Not from you.

My heart hurt to see her in pain and, for one second, i shut down all emotion. One day, she'd figure out she was too good for a loser like me and when she left, i didn't know how i'd deal with the pain. Hell, she was worth it. I enfolded her into my body once more, kissing the side of her neck.

You're falling for me like I'm falling for you. That's why you're pushing me so hard.

Her sweet cinnamon smell intoxicated me.

The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.

A sliver of hope sneaks past my walls and I slam every opening shut. Emotion is evil. People who make me feel are worse. I take comfort in the stone inside me. If I don't feel, I don't hurt.

Who's winning?"
"I don't have a f*cking clue nor do I f*cking care."
Echo's head ticks back.
"Back off, Beth." I cross the room, drop a kiss on the curve of Echo's neck and whisper in her ear, "She'd rip me to pieces, too, right now. She's a b*tch when the Yankees play."
Her eyebrows rise. "Is she a Red Sox fan?"
Isaiah chuckles and we both throw him a glare, but he doesn't notice as he's absorbed in a car manual.
"Beth hates baseball."
Echo's eyes dart from Beth to the television to me then she waves her hand in the air for an explanation.
"She watches," I explain. "Yankees only. It's what she does and there are some things we don't question about each other."
"Just the Yankees?" Echo whispers.
"Just the Yankees," I repeat.
"And she hates baseball?"
"With a passion."
"That's..." Echo says in a hushed tone. "That's messed up.

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My damned little siren laughed at me. "I see your language has improved."
Poof - like magic, the anger disappeared.

The door flew open, almost smacking me in my face. I opened my mouth to yell at the asshole busting the door, but stopped the moment i came face-to-face with my own personal siren, my nymph-Echo. This time, she wouldn't walk away.
Wrapping my arms around her, I walked her backward into the brick. "Tell me you chose me, Echo."
She licked her lips. Those green eyes smoldered, calling me to her. "I chose you."
For the first time in three years, the coil forever tightened in my gut relaxed. "You will never regret it. I promise."
I wanted her. All of her, but Echo deserved more than a quick thrill and better than a guy like me. Everything needed to be slow and deliberate. I wanted to blow her mind with every touch and every kiss so her every thought always came back to me. I would never touch anyone else again without thinking about her.
I'd promised she would be more and i needed to keep that promise. Tearing my self away, i took her delicate hand in mine and headed toward my car. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
I opened the passenger door and turned to face her. Echo's innocent eyes were wide with comfusion. She wouldn't be with me. We'd both been through hell, but Echo deserved better. Still, i wasn't all bad. I used to be good, like her, She needed to know that. "Someplace special.

My father was missing some very important meeting, and my stepmother from Oz? I'm sure she was missing her brain.

Most of the guys from the club who are employees for the security company are out on runs. The other half of the club, the guys who work normal jobs, are out doing their thing

Girls don't go for guys who do magic. If a guy relies on sad shit like that it means he's got no game.

Don't want problems," Dust says, "but you know the rules. She's not allowed in Church.

I can't give you the world, Rachel, but I'll give you all I got.

Doesn't work like that," Pigpen says real slowly, and my blood pressure plummets. It's a boys' club. Violet had said that. A boys' club that's going to get me killed -

I'm sick and tired of adults acting like we're glass that will shatter if we fall. Sometimes thay need to let us fall. Sometimes we need to make our own mistakes. Sometimes, adults need to butt out.

I want this gift to prove that I know her and that I see beyond black hair and nose rings and cut-up jeans. I see her as she really is – I see Beth.

We can go forward or we can go back, and even though I'm scared as hell, I don't want to go back.

The guys from the board are at a smaller bonfire near the tree line. They're laughing. Talking shit. Enjoying the fact that they've tried to play with my life. Yelling. Loud shouts. It's near me, but the chaos controlling me makes it incoherent.

Less than a year and a half ago, the guy was crawling around in the muck in some foreign country as an Army Ranger. Even though he was recruited by the army for his mad computer skills, it was a bullet in the shoulder and chest he took saving someone in his squad that brought him home for good. The brother is damn lethal.

And he laughs. Not the heavy laughter from before. It's a great laugh. A deep laugh. One that makes my lips lift. Isaiah, the guy who an hour ago carried himself like a jungle predator, now has the content aura of a lazy cat bathing in the sun.

Don't you dare ever hope for more. There's no such thing as living happily ever after or pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. The world is how it is and there always has to be bottom-feeders. People like you and me, we're it, and the world might want us to believe we can have more, but the moment we try to break out of the water they'll shove us down into the mud. It's better to know the truth. It hurts less if you accept society's crappy rules.

In this case, two wrongs made a major right.

Jesus, you're a wet blanket." Pigpen walks up behind Eli and grins like he just escaped prison. "Why are you giving the girl hell for wanting to go to an army bar at midnight? It's not like she told you she was going to kick puppies."
Pigpen winks at me. "You ready to roll? Or should I say hop?

The senior class already nominated Beth for homecoming court and Ryan is dating her.'
I become a rock. This isn't how I wanted my parents to find out.

I can't think straight when you 're this close.

The suck part about falling is that eventual crash landing.

My siren had sung to me for way too long, capturing my heart, tempting me with her body, driving me slowly insane. Now, I expected her to pay up.

Her spirit is hurting, weak and in need, and so is mine. I don't know much either. I'm confused and blinded by the fog we've stumbled into, but Violet is real and warm and a fortress by which I fall to my knees whenever I come into contact. I need her, she needs me and tonight we just need to hold each other.

You make me feel safe, Noah. Maybe if i felt safe i could sleep."
"I'll sneak into your room one night and we 'll give it a shot. Sleep only, i promise.

The feeling that no matter what happened or what I did, there was someplace safe to fall.

I added a fucked-up thought to another fucked-up thought and I created a pile of shit.

His touch sent a combination of tickles and chills through my body. My heart sped up and i struggled to keep my breathing normal.
Every Noah rummor had been right. His kisses curled my toes and now his simple touch rocked my body.

Ms. Whitlock stands in front of her desk in her patented white button-down shirt, gray pencil skirt and dark-rimmed glasses.

I'm cold and clammy and hot at the same time, yet I'm free.
I lift my head and the autumn breeze feels good against my skin.
Free. I'm officially outside the box. I'm free.
Free is terrifying and open and it's similar to being a bit lost-but it still feels...free.

It's a beautiful smile. One that brightens the rat-infested attic room. No one has ever smiled like that at me. No one. Everything inside me twists with the need to keep her close.
I should be pissed. Who knows if I'll ever see the money from Eric. Who knows if Noah and I will lose the lease, sending me back into the system. Right now, I don't f*cking care. I'm touching an angel.

This is heartbreaking and consuming and addictive. It's terrifying and peaceful, crazy and serene. It's a million things in one brief moment and it's something I don't understand and never want to live without.

"Echo and I have class together."
Ashley brightened and pressed a hand to her belly. "Really? Which one?"
"Calculus."
"Physics," I added. "And business technology."
"Español." Had he purposely made his voice all deep and sexy? His hand moved up a fraction of an inch and squeezed my leg, exerting delicious pressure on my inner thigh. I twisted my hair away from my neck to release some of the heat. Noah either choked on his own spit or stifled a laugh.
Thankfully, my father missed the show.

I don't give a fuck about your scars.

Pigpen and Dust have already told me, multiple times, that lots of brothers are ready and willing to buy me as many beers as I can drink tonight, tomorrow night, forever.

Thank you Jonah."
He lowers his head at the break in my voice. I ignore the moisture in his eyes and pretend that mine don't sting.
"For what?" he whispers.
" For showing me that people can change. Even if it is one person out of a million.

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There's a reason why people shouldn't talk at four in the morning. Exhaustion eliminates the ability to lie. It demolishes the ability to tiptoe around the truth. Emotions are too exposed and real. Heightened to the point of explosion.

Everything inside me twisted in pain and relief. My brothers. I was in the same room as my brothers.

You don't have to worry about me pressuring you. You say stop, we stop." That sums it up without me having to over explain. "But I'll never complain if you cop a feel above or below.