Kelly Moran Quotes

Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause.

Organization takes the fun out of everything.

A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

He'd bet his right nut her skin would taste as good as it smelled.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

He couldn’t grab reality if he attempted the task with both hands.

The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she’d downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

If you’re trying to tell me you’re not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.

I remain someone of little consequence, as if nothing more than dandelion fluff caught on a breeze.

I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn’t live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct—the part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

I don’t just want you to come. I want you to come undone

He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

You knew me before I made my millions, and you were nice to me when you didn’t have to be. That’s the kind of person I want in my corner.

Maybe he was going to hell. Except, he could’ve sworn that was where he’d been the past ten years.

God. He was an eye-gasm if she ever saw one.