Mary Calmes Quotes

Mi sei mancato molto, he said, his eyes swimming with tears suddenly.
I missed you too, I told him.
How do you always know what I'm saying?
I speak Dreo.

Why can't I be enough for you?" he asked hoarsely, clearly hurt.

"That's bullsh*t," I fired back. "It has nothing to do with enough and everything to do with wanting everyone to know that you're with me.

So help me God, if you don't tell me where you are right this second I will shoot you myself as soon as I find your scrawny ass.

You're giving me goose bumps with your breath on my thighs! Jesus Christ, Nate, are you trying to kill me?" I waggled my eyebrows up at her. "Remember in The Breakfast Club - wait, how old are you?

I shuddered hard and would have shifted, but his gloved hands were suddenly clutching at my fur. "Don't shift out here; you'll freeze. Be a good kitty and follow me home, alright?

Shouldn't he at least be waiting to see if it works with you or not before he dates the next guy?"
"It doesn't work like that."
"I think it should," she told me.
"This isn't a Disney movie," Michael told her.
She smacked him hard. "I know all about how gay men hook up. My Aunt Susan has Queer As Folk on DVD.

I FLEW over the rooftops of the city, listened to some jazz at Preservation Hall, drank rainwater down in Pirate's Alley, ducked into a kitchen on Dauphine and Orleans and was fed by an old couple who was sure I was both tame and owned by a neighbor. It was the great thing about the city: nothing really surprised anyone. They expected to see things out of the ordinary. A black panther eating gumbo was normal.

your beset, I can go anywhere you are at any time. It's against panther law to keep me from you, and they know that."

"So you just came to the door and explained who you are?"

"Of course." He winked at me.

"But I don't understand. I mean, you don't have a card or something that says who you are? What if you were lying?"

He shrugged.

He made my body remember what it was for. His touch on my skin, his breath on my face, his smell, all of it so desperately needed, so utterly wanted. It

Our lips met and parted, and his tongue
slid deep to taste me. The sounds from the peanut gallery - choking and retching - and the tug on my robe instantly drained the heat from the encounter.
"That's disgusting," Kola assured me with a glare that a six-year-old shouldn't have had.
"Why?" I asked snidely.
"Your mouth has germs," he informed me haughtily. "That's why you told Hannah not to lick Chilly."
"No, I told her not to lick Chilly because the cat doesn't like to be
licked by her."
"He licks his body."
"He does," Hannah, our four-year-old, agreed with a nod. "Kola's right."
"But he doesn't want you to do it," I assured my daughter.
"How do you know?" Kola questioned.
I had to think.
Kola waited, squinting at me.
"Do not lick the cat! Nobody licks the cat!" Sam ordered when the silence stretched for too long.

Like that guy could make Yuri do anything he doesn't want to," Mikhail scoffed. "Yuri could break him in half if he wanted."
"Or fold him in half," I offered. "Which is probably more along the lines of what Chuluun was thinking when he asked for permission.

I was drowning, and I could not recall the last time it had happened so completely. "Voglio fare l'amore con te," he whispered into my hair. "I don't - " "I wanna make love to you.

The thing was, though, Ian was one of those rare guys who wanted the one person in the world who fit him like a glove, and that person, it turned out, was me. So, yes, Ian was still technically bi, but was exclusively now Miro-sexual and wasn't interested in trying the buffet.

We're not breaking up because you want to do the noble thing for me," he said, his voice dropping low in warning, the edge there, dark and twisted. "You will never get away from me; you should resign yourself to that now."
"Lan––"
"I'll kill you and then myself, that's a promise."
The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, I really should have worried.

And Sanderson?" "Are you kidding? I bet his girlfriend is a dominatrix or something." "Or his boyfriend." "No, he's so not cool enough to be gay." She was very funny.

Kiss me."

I cleared my throat softly even though a doctor had come in and so everyone had turned to him. "Your family is here."

"Don't care, can't feel anything unless you're touching me."

That comment again, from before. "When you're better, you'll tell me what that means."

"Tell you now." He took a breath. "Other people touch me, it's like nothing. When you do it, it's like electric current on my skin, and it goes right to my heart and other places."

"Nice."

"You asked." He smiled wickedly; the sarcasm had not been lost on him.

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You didn't want to put in the work to make us happen.
It was true. I had been so captivated by Duncan, so enamored, so infatuated, that I let his life drown mine for two years. I went along, and when I got tired of it, tired of it just being easy and comfortable and convenient but not love, I ended it. And that was why I had the man in my lobby looking at me like there were still places for us to go.
I had let him believe that he was my whole world, let him be everything, and then one day just stopped loving him and walked away. It was something I did, something I had always done - poured on the charm, made myself into the ideal partner, lover, friend, indispensable and irreplaceable, and then, when I got bored or tired or tapped out, instead of fighting, I just quit. It was wildly unfair, and the only people I didn't do it with were my family. Even my friends complained that I was always around and then just gone.
Nathan Qells

So what'd you learn?" he teased, noralcy having been restored with my swearing.
"Not to run after other people's suspects when we're supposed to be eating.

You need me."
"I more than need you," he said, trembling. "I don't work without you. I just don't."
"Same here," I told him, closing my eyes.

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Silence heals nothing, fixes nothing, and unlocks nothing. Just because you don't say something doesn't make it any less true.

It's like a condom, Min, holes happen, I said,

They all think I'm gonna leave you crying in your coffee 'cause you're old.

Do you realize how many kids I'll be raising if all my friends and my brother and his wife all die in a tragic cruise ship disaster?

Don't do that. Don't make any part of this about me not wanting you, because you know that's bullshit," I warned him. "Okay." "I will be all over you if that's what you want." "Yes," he croaked out. "That's what I fuckin' want." I lunged at him, hugging him tight, crushing him against me as I pressed my lips to his ear. "I love you, Ian Doyle. Only you, and every time you go away it fuckin' kills me. I don't ever want to us to be apart.

You guys are like drug dealers peddling adrenaline

But I love him like crazy, you know? And when you love someone like crazy, should you stand around being scared that something might not work out, or do you do something about it and take a chance?

Sometimes the choices others make take ours from us. Do you understand?

Did you ever think that the only thing you're supposed to do is just love me?

How about now," he said, gesturing over his shoulder. "In my bed." I put my hands on my hips, staring at him. "I am not this hot. What's up with you?

You have to live, Jin, and know that I've never been prouder of anything than being the owner of your heart.

Sam to Jory I knew the difference then, I know the difference now. You're it, you're home for me. If it's not you, it won't be anybody. I can't settle, it's all or nothing.

I have my work and my house, and now I have you here too. If I can keep you, I'm set, so I'm going to do my damnedest to make that happen because I'm a good person and I deserve you.

Everybody wants to touch you all the time. I'm the only one who can't when I want to be the only one that can.

I think you're wrong. I think, in real life, magic happens every day, he said ...

I want you to realize that you are not a superhero, you are not bulletproof. You need me to protect you, and I need to do it.
All I want is to stand between you and the world ... please just let me.
Sam to Jory

If I didn't watch so much TV, real life wouldn't be so disappointing.

You know, that was pretty great what you did earlier."

"What was that?" he asked as he shifted over me.

"Just the way you followed me, no questions asked."

"Always," he said, smiling at me. "So... about that kiss?"

"Yeah," I sighed, taking hold of his tie and easing him down to me. "I think I can manage that.

It's a common form of kindness here on Earth to give people food to take home with them when they leave. We even have special receptacles to carry the food in. It's called Tupperware.
Jory explaining leftovers to Dane

Everything sounds better in Italian.

He looks at you and he thinks he can fly.

And what the fuck were you doing parading around in those jeans and that shirt last - "
"Parading?"
"You are not allowed to put on your fuck-me clothes if I ain't there to do the fucking!

Emmett and I met at a tantric sex education class a year ago,

Nice flash," he said in an odd, strangely menacing way, like a dare and a put-down all together.

"Some of our forces are more special than others."

Odell tipped his head at the beret on Ian's head. "The beret says it all, right?"

"I would hope so.

It was surprising to hear it from his lips, my plain, ordinary name spoken as it never had been before, with awe, lite it was sacred, like treasure. Like I was treasure.

Lighten up." I yawned, pointing across the street to the diner. "If I got upset every time someone beat me, or chased me, or tried to rape me, I'd be crying in my cereal every morning. No one likes a whiner.

If being in bed with the wrong person could shatter you, could being in bed with the right one change your life?

I went boneless and pliant in his arms, letting him control the kiss, suck on my lips, tangle his tongue with mine, and hold me in his arms. "You are so beautiful." He spoke the words against my mouth. "Please don't change your mind; please don't say no to me when we get home." The word no never entered my mind.

They totally believed you," he said, ignoring me. "I've never gotten them to go away like that. I always end up having to - "
"We're leaving, come on."
Instant scowl. "No, no, no, I'm about to get laid."
"Is that right?"
He pointed at me. "You kissed me back."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I did. I shouldn't have, but I did."
"Yes, you certainly should have. You need to wrap your brain around being both protective and possessive."
"Do I?"
He nodded. "Yes. And I have faith in you. I think you're a multitasker. I could tell that about you right away."
"You could, could you?"
"Uh-huh. And I say you can take care of me and have me all at the same time."
Jesus, he was a handful.

What is he like?"
"Logan?"

"He is the kind of man you pray to be able to serve - he's like a great king from olden times."

"Who always does what's right," Andrian chimed in.

"Yes," Artem agreed. "He can always be counted on to make the best choice."

"And he normally does it, except where you're concerned." Crane cackled. "With you, he has no idea what the hell he's doing.

"Logan?""Logan?"

Funny

I cannot believe that my family, your brother, all our friends, and an entire police force can't keep tabs on one twenty-six-year-old graphic designer who thinks he's fuckin' Batman.

I love you" I sighed, unable to keep the smile from my face,leaning back and looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "I really do".
"I know", he grunted, very pleased with himself. "You can't live without me. I'm like cheese.

I've known that forever. You've always loved me ... you just didn't connect the dots until I pointed out the pattern.

Sorry, I just want a quick little summary of what you do."

Wick chuckled. "He already knows you're long-winded, mate."

Dov glared at him. "I'm sorry?"

Wick's smile split his face as he bumped his colleague with his shoulder and then turned to me.

I was creeped out, though and dragged a chair into the bathroom and wedged it against the door so no one could come in without me knowing. That was the very reason why I had a see-through vinyl shower curtain. Norman Bates was never going to get the best of me.
-Jory

Stop giggling and squirming and take it like a man.
Sam to Jory during sex

I am so stupid, little man," I told Phillip. "No you're not. Lizzie in my class, she's stupid. She eats her boogers. You don't do that. I've been watching.

I know you worry about getting older, about not being the prettiest guy in the room anymore."

And I worried about aging, but not how he thought. I had never presumed I was prettiest, just one of many. My only concern now was that Sam Kage thought I was hot.

"But there will never come a time when that will be the case," he said, pressing soft kisses to the side of my neck. I leaned my head back so he could reach more of my throat. "To me, Jory," he said, "you're more beautiful now than you ever have been, and I can't wait to see what you're gonna look like at forty and fifty and sixty, and God willing a lot more numbers after that."

"Many after that," I assured him as my eyes drifted open so I could look up into his smoky-blue ones.

"The most important thing is that you're mine, you belong to me," he said, his hands pressing me closer before he kissed me.

Sono pazzo di te," he whispered, leaning forward,

I never told anyone about waking in the night to him standing over me with a knife. It was small, one of my switchblades, chosen for carving.
His seeping dick twitched as he bent toward me, his slick left hand went down on my sternum, the other holding the knife like a scapel.
"What're you gonna do?" I asked, reaching for him, my fingers closing around his hard, wet length.
"Carve my name on your skin so everyone knows you're mine.

Jory, most people, when hit men come after them, they get killed. You're lucky, spontaneous, and your guardian angel is overworked and way underpaid"
"I know, right? My angel walks into a bar and the other angels are like, Oh shit, that's the poor sap that's got Jory Harcourt. Look at him, he started drinking again.'" Sam was smiling. "Look at the twitch he's got, poor bastard.

I smiled at Logan, so very pleased with him for seeing that Domin, too, needed a slice of Logan cake, needed his attention, validation, trust, and to be told, once and for all, that he mattered, that he, too, was necessary.