Lily Morton Quotes

Married, married. My ring on your finger. Yours on mine. Till death do us part," he rattles off. "Come on Mabes, it's the next logical step. We've been living together for long enough. It's time to make an honest man out of me."
"We've been living together for five hours," I say, looking at the clock.
He shrugs. "When it's right, it's right.

Bullshit," says Viv. "Did you have your eyes open the other night in the pub? Mabe, I've never, ever seen him so happy and the way he was looking at you made even me melt. He's in love with you."
"No, he isn't."
"Yes, he is. It's just unfortunate that he's a fuckwit as well.

That brings me back to my predicament, and I stare at the closed front door. "Speaking of my new living arrangements, what would be the good answer when someone demands a password before they'll let you in?"
There's a long pause, and then he snorts. "Oh my God, where are you going to stay? Is it a sex club? Is it the password for the dungeons?" He starts to laugh. "If that's the case, I'd go with red botty.

You groped my bum!"
"It was an accident."
"It was not. You haven't done anything accidental with that hand since you were twelve."
"Fifteen, Mabes. You make me sound like some kind of infant sex prodigy.

Ask me," I say quietly. I smile tenderly. "I guarantee I'm going to say yes.

He huffs. "Well, because of
Phillip. Oh, I'm sorry." He puts his hand over his mouth. "Was I not allowed to
say his name?"

"He's not Voldemort," I mutter,
and Asa laughs,

I feel something snap and settle in me. It's the last piece of my heart, falling for him without any input from me at all.

He's adorably high-handed where you're concerned, isn't he?"

My eyes slide closed. "With anyone."

"No," he says thoughtfully. "Only you. He really can't be bothered with anyone else, unless they're connected to you. You're all he sees.

Yes, Cinderella won a real prize - a man who couldn't see her true worth until she fitted in the shoe properly.

Gabe, you're sick, and much as you're a shithead sometimes, I've trained you to be a fairly acceptable shithead to me. If you died I'd have to go to all the effort of training someone else."

"If I died maybe you should consider a change of career into the nursing profession. With your lovely bedside manner you'd be a shoo-in.

You're my person and I think that I was just waiting for you. Man or woman, it doesn't matter to me. The only thing that matters is that you are mine and I am yours.

Our lives," I whisper. "I like the sound of that. I never thought that my life could be like this. So safe and warm. All my life I've been looking for that feeling. I bought house after house but I never found it."
He lifts his hand tangling his long fingers in my hair, his expression so tender and open and warm. "Sweetheart that's love that you're describing, not a property portfolio."
I smile and touch his face. "Then I got it wrong all this time because my home is you. I should have just looked for you.

He's lovely," I say, putting my hand out to the dog. "What's his name?"
"Boris Johnson."
I blink. "Pardon?"
He smiles. "Because he's blond and stupid and makes very questionable decisions.

Don't call me an idiot," I hiss, smiling apologetically at the old couple who are now dividing their attention between us and the carol singers. "I can do what I want and if I want to walk naked through London at three in the morning then I'm going to do it and it's got nothing to do with you."
His lips twitch and I know that he's trying not to smile. "Nell, I will never complain if you want to walk around naked, but you've got to know that I'm going to be following you with your coat for when you get cold."
"Why?" I ask in exasperation. "Why are you so bothered?"
"I don't know," he whispers. "I don't know why, but I am.

I love you to the utter heart of me. You're my family, the joy of my soul. No one else ever for me love, because there is, and there only ever will be, only you.

I am naked because I am going for a swim," he says happily. Then he laughs loudly, clutching his side. "Oh Johnny you look like an outraged Victorian chaperone. You just need a pearl necklace to clutch." He waggles his eyebrows lecherously. "I can definitely help you out with that.

Are they topaz?" I ask, and he smiles slightly shyly, sitting up to face me.
"Yes, they reminded me of the colour of your dress the night I made you mine."
"I've always been yours," I whisper, and for a second I see the glint of tears in his eyes as he slowly pushes the ring onto my finger.

He leans back in his seat. His legs are spread and his head tipped back, with his eyes challenging me. "Okay what's next, boss?"

I shudder theatrically. "I see why you like it. Just the word makes me feel all powerful.

I don't always want to see and be seen at the best parties, because I've done that for too many years. I want something real and true." I pause and shoot him a sideways look. "I want a real partner, not a boyfriend who brings home a twenty two year old twink to make up a threesome for my birthday present."
"What the fuck?"
I look at him and start laughing helplessly. "I just wanted the latest Jeremy Clarkson biography.

Mabel, I manscape," he says in a very offended voice.

Fucking hell, Jude. You can see how cold my nipples are in this, and these black jeans are so tight that if I take them off there'll be an imprint of my dick on them.

Is it puritanical to not want to tell the general public that I've been circumcised?

Everyone is entitled to love who they want, and people aren't weird just because of who they love. No one is weird.

What's going on here? Have you turned another one then?"
"Oh my God please don't say that," I groan. "And especially don't say that to John."
"Why?"
"Because you make me sound like a fucking wizard from Harry Potter."
He smirks. "Bet you've got the biggest and prettiest wand baby.

Shithead Boss Man, eh? You know, Dylan, I really lucked out in the assistant department. The other partners in the firm have ended up with someone awful, who soothes them, is at their beck and call and agrees with them all the time. I got one who is sarcastic, argumentative, scruffy, rarely where he should be, and calls me Shithead Boss Man rather than Sir."

Jude laughs at him, before reaching out and swiping one of the prawns from my carton of sweet and sour. "He'd call you Sir if you spanked him.

It hurts to know that fate has given me the perfect person for me to love, but has failed to make it reciprocal.

Oh good, you're ready."
"No, I've only just got out of the bath. What should I put on?"
"Put on?" he says in obvious mystification.
"Well I've only got a towel on." When he still doesn't get it I sigh. God, he's so dense sometimes. "Charlie, I haven't got any knickers on," I mutter.
His eyes seem to darken and then he starts laughing. "Mabel, I'm shocked. What sort of massages have you been having? I'm not massaging down there however much you expect it. I'm not that type of boy!

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All good sex comes with a side order of inappropriate laughter.

I love you so much, so much," he mutters. "It's always been you. It always will be.