M. Leighton Quotes

Hearing her laugh is like listening to the best kind of symphony.

It was with increasing perplexity that he realized his mind - and his heart - went with Miracle.

She drew his eye like the shore draws the ocean. Nothing seemed as interesting, as captivating, as important as the face of that girl.

No i don't. I can't imagine how you, of all people, could be a burden to anyone. And i certainly don't think you're hard to love.

I can't imagine Nash snickering. I can barely imagine him smiling. I think his default mode is "menace.

That's the day i decided to live every minute of every day like it might be my last.

Her cheeks flush a little. I want to kiss her. Again. And I will. Just not right now.

I wrap my arms more tightly around his neck and he bends his head to kiss me. When his lips meet mine, there is fire, just like always. But there's something else, too. Something deeper, sweeter. More meaningful. It makes my heart sing like his kiss makes my toes curl.

Oh sweet heaven, who let that bastard in?

I don't know why I feel so compelled to tell Olivia all my dirty little secrets, but I do

But you don't get social with your employees," I remind him quietly.
"I'd made an exception for you." His face is getting close and closer. Slowly. A centimetre at a time.
"But it's your rule."
"I'll break it for you," he whispers.
"No, don't do that," I say breathlessly.
"Fine, then you're fired," he says just as his lips meet mine.

You're beautiful he whispered as he scattered kisses along the incision line and over to her bellybutton. When he heard her release the breath she'd been holding, he slipped his tongue inside the well of her navel. He heard her gasp again, but this time in a different way, an excited way.

When she smiles shyly at me, I exhale. And when her cheeks turn pink, I chuckle. I don't know why that makes me so happy. But it does.

If Olivia wanted me to feel guilty, mission accomplished!

Is this what you drive?" she asks, turning those wide eyes up to me.
"Yes," I say, but then I add with a smirk, "but you're not surprised, are you? Isn't this what bad-boys do? Ride motorcycles and break hearts?"
Her smile is weak. "I suppose so."
She turns away and moves around to unlock the car door and pop the hood.
I shouldn't have said that.

I don't want to be the end of you. I want to be the beginning.

I know what that feels like. I know what it's like to care about someone so much they make you desperate.

I know we just met and i know this is gonna sound crazy, but if i could fix it, i would. I'd do anything to never have to see you sad or worried again.

I need to be gone before she gets up. Seeing her will only make it harder to stay away from her. A man can only be pushed so far before he gives in, regardless of the consequences.

I nearly swallow my tongue when Cash pops up from behind the bar. "You must be Olivia."
"Holy mother of hell!" I say, grabbing my chest to still my racing heart.
He laughs. "With a mouth like that, you'll fit right in here."
If I weren't so surprised, I'd probably take exception to that comment. Instead, I laugh.
"You bring out the worst in me. What can I say?

Note to self: Do not expect coherent thought to be possible when staring at Nash. Motor skills may be impaired as well. Take necessary precautions.

Wrapped up in him, in his bad boy ways and his good guy heart, is my whole world. Somehow, while I wasn't looking, I fell. And I fell hard. For my soul mate. For the love of my life. For my hero.

For the first time he could remember, he had something in his life that he really looked forward to.

You're not gonna start writing 'Hardy loves Miracle' all over your notebooks, are you? Sing her a song and post it on YouTube?

Come on. We gotta let this baby go and get some pictures.

He's shirtless. Again. He's not sweaty or dirty or anything. He's just all bear skin and well-defined muscles. An there's something so sexy about the way his jeans hang on his hips. I can even see those little dents at the bottom of his stomach. If I'm being honest, I really just want to walk right over to him and touch them. With my tongue.

I bet he's an actual good guy. The kind that I desperately need in my life. The thing of it is, he'll never be mine because he's a good guy. By nature alone, a good guy would never cheat on his girlfriend, hence the impossibility of anything happening between Nash and me. Even if they were to break up, he'd probably be too nice a guy to hurt her like that, by dating her cousin.

But not tonight. Tonight is all about Olivia - beautiful, sexy, courageous, passionate Olivia. Tonight, I want her to see what I see.
"Look at yourself," I say. I pull her long hair over one shoulder and place a kiss in the bend of her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access. "You're the most beautiful girl in the room."
"So sexy."
"Any man would die to have this for even one night.

I'm the best me when I'm with you. I'm the best me because of you.

What is this? The land of misfit models?

You bring out the worst in me. What can I say?"
"That's because you haven't given me the chance to bring out the best in you.

I grit my teeth. Damn her and that lush body of hers!

I love you Madly James and if I never see you again, know this: someday, whether it's today or a hundred years from now, I'll die with you on my mind.

Please don't tell her i told you. I know how much you love her, Hardy, and i know the reason she didn't want you to know is because she loves you, too. I've never seen two people your age feel so deeply about each other. I understand you needing to know, but she would never forgive me.

But I never loved her. Not the way I should've. Not the way I love you.

I think I see her chest rise as she catches her breath. Maybe she'll be the one to throw on the brakes. God knows I'm not going to. I might regret it later, but right now I'm not thinking about anything but what it would be like to see Olivia without that red dress.

And you should warn him that if he hurts you, I will scissor kick him in the nuts. Tell him, okay? You tell him that. Because I mean it. I'll go all kinds of Bruce Lee on his tasty ass.

Perceptive. She's as smart as she is beautiful. And probably doesn't think she's either one.

I realize that our world has come full circle. That, for all the pain and suffering, for all the lies and deception, that everything is as it should be. That the journey doesn't dictate the end. We do. Our choices determine the shape and path of our life.

There you are," she says flinging her arms. "And just as I suspected. I've been worrying my ass off and you've been having multiple orgasms at the end of a Greek god's penis. Figures.

I wonder if I'll ever stop smiling and, if I can't, what kind of excuse I'll have to make up to explain it. Or if I'll even bother. Because at the moment, I just don't give a shit. I'm happy. She's happy. That's all that matters.

Don't. Please don't say it."
I search his eyes. For what, I don't know. "Why?"
"Because I don't want you to. I need you to come back to me. Not to help me. Or to help my father. I'm done with that. I don't want your help. It all boils down to you. I just want you.

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Where did you get that dress?
I stole it from a homeless person," I say straight-faced. "She was lying right beside the stripper that gave you yours.

I'm staring at him with my mouth open - again - as he tucks his shirt back in. When he's finished, he takes a step closer to me. I stand perfectly still. His grin dies into a seductive curve of his lips that makes my knees feel funny. I'm completely spellbound and embarrassingly turned on when he bends to whisper in my ear.
"You'd better close those lips before I'm tempted to kiss them and really give you something to be all hot and bothered about." -Cash

He wondered if that was her version of a green light. He hoped it was. If he thought she would believe him, he'd tell her how he wanted to protect Miracle, how he wanted to make her happy forever and make sure nothing happened to her, to make sure she never shed another tear as long as she lived.

If you had a piece of coal, we could hold her down, shove it up her ass, and come collect a big, fat diamond in a few days.

I mean, it's not like he's Damon Salvatore hot

Well, first of all she's gorgeous and - "
"You're gorgeous," he says softly.
My stomach flips over, but I continue. "And she flirts very openly with you."
"I wish you would flirt very openly with me.

I smile and I look down at Olivia where she's curled up against me, her beautiful face relaxed in sleep.
I don't want to put names to the things I feel for her. I just want her to know I'm not going anywhere. And that I want to take care of her. To make her happy. I hope that's enough. It has to be.

I love u ridley. My blood is yours,my body is yours ,my heart is yoursmy life is yours take it all Bo

It's easier to just let it go. It hurts alot less

Don't you understand, Jet? You were my weakness. You are my weakness.

I have no clue. I have ovaries; therefore, I repel all things mechanical.

I hit the red END button on the phone. The word itself mocks me. Have I really destroyed any chance to be with Olivia? Do I really care if I have?
The answers are: I don't know and yes. In that order.

And I admire that. A lot. The more I'm around her, the more obvious it becomes that there's a lot more to her than a shy smile and a pretty face.

She tilts her head to the side and gives me a dirty look.
Damn, she's adorable.

Her heart was in her eyes. He knew his heart was in his. Hardy couldn't hold back what he was feeling any longer. He was terrified he wouldn't get another chance to tell he if he did. squatting down beside her, Hardy brought Miracle's fingers to his lips. Miracle, i'm in love with you. I'd never hurt you. Ever.

I don't hit women. Ever. But Marissa makes me wish that, for about ten seconds, I weighed a hundred pounds less and had tits. Not only is her interruption untimely, now shes' going to screw up the rest of my night, too.

You're like the town bicycle. You give rides. You don't date.

Good God, he's even hotter than I remember!

The best part of me is you. The only part that matters is the one you have, the one you hold in the palm of your hand.

Then you won't have any problems. With your looks and personality, you'll kill 'em.

I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold, right?"
I laugh. "If that's what you're doing, I must've slept through something important," I say dryly.
He quirks one eyebrow and shoots me a cocky grin.
"Oh trust me, I won't let you sleep through any of the good stuff.

I love the adrenaline of my bike. I always have. I try my best to let it chase away the feel of Olivia at my back, but I think nothing short of a week locked up in a bedroom with her can accomplish that. And oh what a week that would be.

That's what sacrifice is - beauty and tragedy. It's pain and suffering for something or someone you love. And

My first thought upon waking is of Cash. Licking my stomach. Tonguing my navel. And then looking so hard into my eyes.
God, I could've devoured him right then and there!
Damn the bad boys!

But you like it, don't you? You like me like this. You want me to take what I need. You want to be free with me, don't you? - Nash

There's nothing average about you, Cash says quietly.

Smart and hot. Dammit.

His eyes meet mine and one brow rises in that holy mother of hell-sexy way, then he mutters, You've got one chance to make my mouth water.

Blaze your own trail in life. Make your own choices and make your own mistakes. It's the only way you'll find your own happiness, not someone else's.

Dude, now you're flirting?
Even to my own ears, my comment sounds suggestive. The sad thing is, it was meant that way. There are literally a dozen things I'd love for her to do for me. Or to me. Or let me do to her. -Nash

He'll never know. What stays in the VIP room happens in the VIP room," she slurs.
"Don't you mean what happens in the VIP room stays in the VIP room?"
"That's what I said."
I snicker. "Oh, okay.

You shine like the sun and you move like water. Your eyes are the perfect mix of gray and brown, like fog in the woods, and you smell like lilacs in the summer. I think if you laughed, it would sound like music.

Every person's worst fear-that no one will be able to love us in spite of our scars.

Do me a favor," he whispers, curling my fingers over the back of his and bringing them to his mouth. "What?" His eyes never leave mine as he brushes his lips over my knuckles. "Dream of me tonight," he says softly. He watches me, waiting for a response. I have no words, so I simply nod. He doesn't need to know that no one else occupies my dreams. No one. "Dream of my lips, teasing you." Straightening one of my fingers, he kisses the tip. His voice is like velvet and his words are like an aphrodisiac. "Dream of my tongue, tasting you." His tongue sneaks out to flick the end of my finger. A surge of desire rocks my core. "And I'll dream of you. Of what it feels like to be inside your warm, wet body.

Think with the big head, man! Think with the big head!

He's a thousand kinds of wonderful and he prefers his men much like I do-strong and dark.

I think there are times in life when you need something to lose yourself in, something to take away the pain, take away the feeling of everything else. Something to numb it. Just for a while. - Nash

I doubt there's one single dull thing about you. -Nash

There are customers in the chairs in the lobby. They must be waiting.

He looks into my eyes for several intense seconds, watching me like I'm all he sees. And he's all I see. For this moment, it seems we are completely alone in the world, each wholly consumed by the other. Nothing else exists.

She was just trying to make it through life with a part of her heart missing. We all were.

Nash says you bartend, right?"
My eyes open to his. He's staring down at me, so close I can see the vague line where black pupil stops and nearly-black iris begins. Those eyes are amazing!
I see his eyebrows rise, prompting me.
"Pardon?" I ask.
"Nothing. I don't even think it matters. If you're this adorably sexy all the time, no one will care how fast you get them their drinks.

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I felt his voice as a sweet kiss on my soul.

I resist the urge to pump my fist. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I've just won some sort of competition worthy of headlines.

What I'm not confident in is my ability to resist what Cash isn't even trying to hide.
He's interested in me. And not just as an employee. Maybe very little as an employee, in fact. Every time my eyes meet his, I feel like he's undressing me. And, God help me, I love it. Those sexy, velvety eyes are like a touch. I can almost feel them, like hands on my body and lips on my mouth.
Admittedly, I have a thing for bad boys, but Cash is ... I don't know. He's different. I daresay he's even more dangerous than my usual disastrous finds.

But even as the thoughts bounced around inside his head, Hardy knew that none of it mattered. He felt it deep down. Miracle was a game changer. She was his game changer.

I love you. Today. Tomorrow. Always." I

Would you trade him in order to undo the past?
That's a question I can't answer.

Well, at least it was the brother and not the one you practically molested."
I slap Shawna's arm. "I did not practically molest him!"
"No, but you wanted to."
"I most certainly - "
"Don't even lie to me, you wench! I know you too well. He had that whole bad boy thing going on. I'm surprised you didn't wrap your legs and your lips and everything else around him right then and there.

Hearts don't often break even. One person is usually more hurt while the other is more relieved.

Why?' she whispered.
He didn't need her to elaborate; he knew what she was asking. 'I don't want you to be afraid of dying. All those people have survuved cancer. You just watched hundreds of reasons to have hope drift off into the sky.

It felt like he'd been starved for sunshine and had now been deprived the chance of standing in its warmth.

I love the smell of sunshine.

I know by his smile that he's happy. And that's all that matters.

I crave everything he represents. He feels like rebellion. And freedom. Like a salvation of sorts. I just didn't know until recently that I needed saving. -Marissa

I pull away to speak, but he puts his finger over my lips. Shhh, just let me love you, okay? Don't think. Just feel.

I've never wanted anything more in my life, if i died tomorrow, being with you, like this tonight, will have been the best night of my entire existence. And it's not because of a stupid bucket list; it's because i love you.

His words! Damn him and his words! They make me forget that I care about anything.