Lexi Ryan Quotes

I was in such an ugly, dark place the night we met. I looked into your eyes, and you were right there with me - my angel in the darkness. You saved me." He buries his nose in my hair and inhales audibly. "You saved me and I love you.

The secret only harvests the hurt next to our hearts, blocking the sunlight from the spot where happiness is supposed to grow.

Maybe a good person would step away before things went too far, but when it comes to Samuel Bradshaw, I am neither good nor bad. I'm only his.

Do I want the man who holds me together or the man who gives me permission to break?

You're staring at me," I protest between bites of crawfish etouffee.
Asher lifts a shoulder. "Just watching in case you get foodgasmic again."
I hum as I swallow a particularly decadent bite. "I'm close. You like to watch, huh?"
His pupils dilate and his jaw goes a little slack as his gaze drops to my mouth. Just like that, we're not talking about food anymore. Maybe we never were.

What if no one can fix me?"
"You don't need fixing." He gives a sad smile and wipes a tear away with his thumb. "It's like your mosaics. The beauty is already there, you just find it. Let go, sweetheart.

You're not the only one who's made mistakes. I have too. But I believe we're more than the sum of our mistakes. I didn't used to. I thought I was a piece of shit. I thought I was nothing.

You are not your past. You are bigger than your past and you are better than your past. Let it be part of who you've become, but don't you dare let it define you.

I was a little girl, I imagined that one day I'd fall in love with an amazing man and he'd love me in return. I believed love was enough to overcome anything. But love isn't like that. The heart has the capacity to love beyond anything my little-girl self could have dreamed up. And where I once thought love was a journey and the destination was being together, I now know that love is more like a state of awareness, and sometimes its best expression is in releasing the person from your life.

Don't be. Because then I got to the hospital and you were wearing the ring. You were confused and beat up and it was terrifying, but every time I saw that ring on your finger, I believed everything was going to be okay. It had to be.

Love born in a lie is the wrong kind of love!

For a woman who claims to be an open book, you hide so much." He runs his thumb down the side of my neck, over the hollow in my collarbone. "Next time you strip for me, you're taking off more than your clothes.

A couple of years ago, I would have agreed that she did need to protect her heart from me, but now I don't want her to. I want her to let down her defenses and take a chance. I want her to hold my hand and fall with me.

You're not the hot, burning fire, because you're there even after a long, hard rain. "You're not the sun, because you're there in the darkest night."
"You can't be the wind - beneath my wings or otherwise because you keep me warm during the deepest winter.

Come back and break me, don't let this go unspoken. I'm numb when I'm whole and you left me unbroken.

Someday," I say softly, "you'll tell me the whole story. I'll wait."
"When you know the whole story, you won't want me anymore. I'm that girl."
"Don't count on that."
When I lift my eyes to her face, she's watching me with something like wonder. "What?"
She shakes her head, "I can't figure you out."
"Good." I cup her face in my palms and trace her bottom lip with my thumb. "Then maybe you won't be able to figure out how to push me away.

Every time I say goodbye, I tell myself that's it. That I'll end it. Because you deserve that. But I'm weak and selfish as shit and keep calling you back because I can't get enough of you.

Is that a cell phone in your pocket," I whisper up at him, "or did I misplace my vibrator?

You're like the sun-completely blind to your own beauty because you are so busy making everyone around you shine. No matter how far we hide in the shadows, you share your light. That's how you stole my heart when no one else could find it.

Are you seeing anyone, Maggie?" My mother's voice is low, the whisper reserved for talk of scandal - like premarital cohabitation and non-procreative sex. "Are you even trying to find love? Or do you intend to continue fornicating with random men outside the sanctity of marriage?"
"So if I were married I'd have your blessing to fornicate with random men? Maybe I should reconsider my stance on marriage." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I'm batting zero on the New Me plan.

Don't be affraid to break, Maggie. Stop holding on to the ugliness just to stay whole.

If you shatter, I'll find you.

Why do you care so much?"


"Why are you still hiding from me?

But Maggie, your aura does seem terribly dark. You should come to my office sometime this week and we can do a cleansing." "My aura can't help it, Gran. It feels fat in anything but black.

But your beauty? It's the kind that radiates from your heart, and it's so damn bright it shines beyond these walls you've created to protect yourself

Would you ask me to leave her?" I whisper against her lips. "Would you tell me if you still needed me?"
She flinches as if I've struck her. "I can't do that to her.

Is there a ladylike way to say, Hey, you seem a little down. Want me to ride you until you can't remember her name?

You can only swallow ugly words about yourself so many times before they become part of your DNA.

I like you, Asher. But if we're going to keep this up, whatever this is, you need to know my life is a little fucked up. I'm fucked up." His eyes search mine. "Then we're a great match.

And what if I want you?" I ask softly.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"You are. You keep coming back. For what? What is this between us?"
He slides a hand into my hair and leads me to lean into him again. "It's whatever you want it to be, gorgeous. With one exception."
"What's that?"
"It's not just sex. That's why I won't sleep with you. I won't let this be just sex."
That makes me smile. "Why me, Asher? I'm just some small-town slut with too much baggage. You could have anyone." I can feel his heart beating against my cheek and its steady pace increases at my question. "Why me?"
"Sweetheart, when you know the answer to that question, we won't be talking anymore."
I pull back and blink at him. "You'll be gone?"
His lips quirk. "I'll be inside you.

Tell me what you need from me, Maggie. You can have it. You know that. Anything.