Nicole French Quotes

I knew how to do this before I met you, Lily pad. I was born knowing how to kiss you. How to touch you. How to fuck you.

Love," Will repeated with no little wonder as he stood up and looked down at me. He
pushed a strand of curling hair out of my eyes and smiled ruefully. "What's that, huh? How would I ever know it from anything else?"
"Because you know me," I said.
I cupped his face between my hands, enjoying the feel of his cheekbones under my thumbs. I tipped my head up to kiss him again, and his tongue slipped around mine delicately. Vulnerable.
"Then love is freedom," he whispered between kisses. "Because that's what I feel when I'm with you.

Don't leave me again, Lil," he whispered as he buried his face into my neck. "I can't do this without you.

You know me," he whispered fiercely in my ear. "You know me, Maggie Mae Sharp. My lily pad. Better than anyone else on this fucking planet. I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but baby, I'm still me. Still the same asshole. Still the same Will. It's just me.

You make me feel…" Will started. "Out of control."
I couldn't move. "Oh."
"Like I actually have to care about what someone else thinks. Like I'm not alone anymore … And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don't want to be.

I was a ghost until I met you … You brought me back to life.

Sometimes you don't know you wanted something until you have it. Sometimes you don't know you need something until it's there.

You make me feel…like a dying man in the desert. And you're the fresh spring, the oasis. The water for my parched fucking soul." He shuddered, a movement that spread through his whole body. "But I'm terrified," he whispered, "absolutely fucking terrified…that you're just a mirage.

I'm not here to save you, Will." I stilled my movements, tipping his chin forward so he had to look at me. "Do you understand me?"
His eyes opened, deeper than the waters around us. One hand slipped up my body to cup my face, and then he kissed me with impossible tenderness as the other hand pressed my hips down, forcing me to take him fully. I arched my back as he filled me, all my lonely spaces, in ways that only he could.
"I know," he said against my lips, my throat, my cheeks, my eyes. His low voice touched some frequency that spoke to me and only me. "But you make me want to save myself.

Everyone in the world seemed to feel like they were entitled to a piece of the one person on this planet who was supposed to belong to me.

We were the definition of misery loving company. But then I wondered if the combination of our two miseries could make something beautiful. Maybe it could create joy.

He propped a hand against the window, encasing me against its corner. "I remember everything about you, Jane."
For a moment, I couldn't breathe properly. That's what happens when you have six feet, two inches of beautiful blond man cornering you against a window on a summer day, gazing at you with the reminder that he once knew your entire soul.

God," he whispered, eyes full of love ... "How do you do it?"
I swallowed. "Do what?"
… "Be the air I need and take my breath away all at once.

Lily pad, I will always come back for you … I. Belong. To. You … All I am. All I'll ever be. All of it belongs to you.

I'm Will, Maggie." His voice cracked, and I watched, horrified, as he sank to his knees in front of me and buried his face in my thigh. "I'm your Will, baby. And you're mine. My Lily pad. Without you…" He turned his face to the side, his eyes closed tightly, his cheeks wet. "Without you, I have no name. Without you, I'm no one at all.

I made a place where I belong. With you. Please, Maggie. I want to go home. I want to go back to where we both belong."
… "I don't know where I belong, Will!"
"That's because you belong with me!

I should have always stayed away from you, Maggie. But we're here now, aren't we? I'm in way, way too deep, too tangled up … I couldn't' stay away from you if I tried.

You and me, baby. We're not right now. We're forever.

He was afraid, just like I was, that in the short time we had been together, we weren't enough to make it through everything that wanted to tear us apart.
Fame.
Industry.
Ghosts from both our pasts.

When I'm with you, I feel like I'm breathing again, for the first time in years. You make me feel like the world is possible again. Like life is possible.