Michelle Leighton Quotes

Something about the look on her face makes me feel like a meal. And if I were, I'd be a happy meal, for sure.

I was dead inside until you came along. Now i can't imagine my life without you. Not a single day. I'd miss you too much.

Not yet maybe" "Not ever" "You say that now..." "Give me a chance, Miracle, i'll prove it to you." "Nobody deserves all the baggage i come with, Hardy. I should be the one running away from you." "I'd just follow you." Miracle laughed, but then looked at him oddly. "Why do i get the feeling you might be telling the truth?" "Because i am.

...leopards don't often change their spots. They're beautiful as they are, but they should be admired from a distance. Where they can't reach you with their claws, claws that could easily tear a girl's heart out.

How about two dollars per hour above what your current employer is paying you?"
My mouth wants to drop open. "Don't you even want to know what that is?"
He makes a face. "Nah. I get the feeling you'll be worth it.

The raised voice that surprises me, however, belongs to Nash. I creep to the door and crack it the tiniest bit, turning my head and pressing my ear to it.
You are a shameless, creepy eavesdropping hussy.

Yeah,I used to think that you could save me from him. From life. From sadness and pain. But then I realized that no one could. That no one would. There was no Superman waiting to rescue me. I realized that if I was going to survive, I'd have to rescue myself. I couldn't wait around for anyone else to do it.

I've loved you from the moment I met you. For fourteen years, I've loved you. And I'll love you for a million more.

On second thought, maybe I'd rather you make me force you."
What the hell are you doing, man? -Nash

I see someone who is afraid of giving up the only dream that will make them happy because he's too busy doing what everyone else wants him to do.

Tonight is your one free pass. Just know that the next time you look at me this way, I'll feel compelled to do something about it.

She glides to a stop in front of me, all grace and luscious skin. Her bare chest and shoulders glow in the low light. I want to touch her, caress her, so much so that I ball my fingers into tight fists to keep them to myself.
"You look beautiful." My voice sounds strained, even to my own ears.

You said you couldn't stay away from me.

If he's the stripper, then who are you?"
"I'm Cash Davenport. I own the club.

Listen to me. I can live without a kidney. I can live without football. I can live without a lot of things. There is only one thing in this world i can't live without. And i'm giving her my kidney so she can live, so we can be together.

Hardy recognized what it was that she made him feel. Hope. Miracle gave him hope.

I'm not entirely surprised to find out it was Cash. The whole scenario fits his character more than it does Nash's. Only a bad boy would come, uninvited, into a girl's house and wake her up to seduce her in her own bedroom.
And only a bad boy would think I wouldn't mind. I have to smile at that.
He's got nerve. I'll give him that.

If you're really uncomfortable with this, you don't have to do it."
I hold my breath as I lean back to get her answer, hoping the brave one will win out.
And she does.
Slowly, Olivia shakes her head and wiggles a little closer to me on the bar. Her eyes are sparkling with determination. And challenge. And it makes me jerk in my jeans.
I grin at her. "All right. You asked for it,

Trick looks up and his eyes meet mine. I am a deer caught in the headlights. I am a girl charmed by the cobra. I am breathless and mesmerized. And then he grins. Just like that, I'm his. Whether he knows it or not.

And those eyes. Damn those black eyes. They sparkle like drops of an ebony pond in his handsome face.

I reach out and take her spastic hand, pressing the forefinger of my free hand to her lips. "Shhh." She stops talking immediately. Yes, I could've shut her up a hundred different ways without touching her, but I figure this is better than kissing her, which is what I really want to do.
Good God, how I want to kiss her!

Ohmigod, you are a head case! A whore and a head case!

Oh, i'm sorry. I would never make fun of your extensive efforts to make me smile." "Actually," Hardy said, turning serious as he reached forward to trace the corner of Miracle's mouth. "I would do almost anything to see you smile.

I know she'd get some crazy idea in her head that I'm bad for her. And that's just not true. In fact, the longer I know her, the more time I spend with her, the more I believe I'm exactly what she needs in her life. She just doesn't know it yet. But she will.

I'm both surprised and irritated that I feel my tuxedo pants shrink a size in the crotch. I'll have to be extra careful with this girl. I can't remember the last time someone so thoroughly tested my restraint.

She quirks one eyebrow and smiles. I see the daring girl rise to the surface. She's feeling like she can take on the world, conquer anything including an ex-boyfriend.
She's ready to jump. And I'm ready to catch her.

He taught me to stand up for what I believe in, to shout it out at the top of my lungs. He taught me to feel - the deep, gut-wrenching, heartbreaking, soul-singing kind of emotion I had avoided for so long. He taught me about the importance of life. He taught me about the beauty of death. He also taught me about love.

Hardy had long since come to terms with having an abusive father, but never in all the years that he had been abused had he encountered such sympathy. Miracle's reaction so warmed him, he wound his arms around her waist and pulled her close, melting into her compassion like an ice cube on hot pavement.

I don't know why she tries so hard to resist me. I'm not such a bad guy. I'm fit and healthy, a successful business owner, I'm not in debt, and I'm pretty damn good-looking. Or so I hear anyway.

She's coming here?" My voice is unnaturally high in my shock. Gavin grins. "Damn, did someone just punch you in the nuts? What was that?

Well, anyway, good luck tonight. That's all I really wanted to say. Go back to bed. Get your beauty rest. Not that you'll need it.

Can you trust me? Please! I know I've not given you many reasons to, but this one time, just go with your heart. I promise you, promise you¸ I won't let you down.

Whoa. I didn't say I loved her."
Dad smiles at me. "You didn't have to.

Yep, I'm making a fool of myself. Again. Right in front of Nash.
Is there no end to my embarrassment with this guy?

I'm a little disappointed when we reach the car. I could really just walk and talk and tease her all night long.

She smiled at and spoke to each person. It was as though she couldn't come into contact with anyone or anything without imparting some of her goodness onto them.

So, did you take the penis challenge?"
"Ginger!"
"Olivia! You better have news for me. And details. It's been a while for me."
"Yeah, right. What's 'a while'? A week?"
She glances at me, clearly horror-stricken. "good God no! It's only been four days. But I've got needs.

I grit my teeth against the little stab of jealousy I feel.
What the hell's that all about?
Anyone will tell you I don't have a jealous bone in my body. There are too many willing women in the world to get all bent out of shape over one. Envy is just not in me.
Not usually.

Is that what this is about? You think I'm sleeping with Taryn?"
"Of course I do! I'm sure it's no secret !"
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, first of all she's gorgeous and--"
"You're gorgeous."
"And she flirts very openly with you."
"I wish you'd flirt very openly with me.

In a way, you live vicariously through them. You have your first kiss with them, you go to your first party, skip out on your prom, and drink your first beer with them." She paused, a wistful smile fluttering across her lips before she spoke again. "You fall in love with them.

I guess he was making sure I could get in okay without my keys.
Oh, good God! Don't show me the sweet, considerate side! I won't stand a chance.

Within seconds, my eyes find Olivia. It's like they're drawn to her.

I pause. My face feels warm, but pleasantly so. It occurs to me that, no matter how much I avoid him, no matter how wrong I know he is for me, he is going to be nearly impossible to resist.
Dammit!

But this, this lying… I've always hated liars and being lied to more than anything else. To me, it's always been the only truly unforgivable sin.
Can Cash be the first exception? Or has this forever wounded whatever is between us?

I can't thank you enough for everything you've done this weekend."
"Oh believe me, it was my pleasure.

She's stubborn? Huh. I wouldn't have guessed that. But actually, I kinda like it.

I keep myself busy with odd jobs, but it doesn't really help. Every nerve, every cell, every sense of my entire being is focused sharply on Cash.
Cash.

I'm face to face with Nash. His dark-chocolate eyes are full of concern and he smells lightly of expensive cologne, something musky. Dark. Sexy.

Within a fraction of a second, I not only recognize the voice, but I react to it. My stomach flutters in pleasurable excitement.
"Good morning," I return. It's Cash

I was supposed to be meeting someone, but they had to cancel. After I'd already gotten here, of course," I explain, bitterness dripping from my voice.
"Want me to kick his ass?" he asks. I look up at him and he's grinning at me over the top of his glass.
"No. You might be embarrassed when she gets the better of you.

And the girl? I'm pretty sure he got her from a movie set where the music sounds like bow chicka bow wow. That or she's inflatable.

That won't be a problem."
"What? You being adorably sexy? No, I can see that.

It's just like Marissa to jump right in with the heavy artillery, like guilt and extortion.
I'm so proud to be related to the devil's mistress.

Believe me, Nash, I can do what any of the other girls can do, no problem."
Well, that might not be entirely true. But I'll be damned if I'll ever admit it!