Quotes from Molly O'Keefe

I wanted to fuck her and protect her all at the same time. I wanted to keep her and push her away. I was everything in opposites, and I felt torn apart by her.

Listen to me," he said. "I will never hurt you or touch you. I won't put my hands on you unless you ask me. Beg me." I gasped and fell back against the door, strength leaving my legs. "And I want you to beg me," he said, still closer. "And I think someday you will.

It wasn't sex. It wasn't just sex. It was her. I wanted her and I wanted the honor of being wanted by her. And fuck if I hadn't made my whole life about getting what I wanted.

That was the truth sometimes. Sometimes, a woman's freedom all came down to money.

You like to watch?" The girl asked. "Or do you want to join us?" "I…uh…" Oh, this wasn't hot anymore. This was just awkward, and I was so totally out of place with my flannel shirt and my socks and my hair back in a bun. I was wearing fucking glasses. Who wears glasses to your neighbor's orgy?

This is where I lived – she lived there, too. I could see it in her face. Her eyes. The way she carried herself. In the place between what we wanted and what we had. And this is where all the pain lived.

Despite all her efforts to not be one of those historical romance heroines, walking into the marble foyer and seeing the slick hardwood floors beyond, the glittering chandeliers and sconces, she felt like one. She felt small and alone. And like maybe her dad lost her in a poker game.

Ronan would keep my body safe and incinerate my heart. Trusting him would be my worst mistake.

I'm the fucking luckiest man on the planet tonight. The only thing I'm going to do is help you come.

I've never been wild." "You want to be, don't you? That's why you're calling me.?" "Yeah, I guess…maybe…" "Yes or no. There's no one else here to hear you and I ain't judging." "Yes. Yes, I'd like to be wild.

Family, Love. Forgiveness. Those were powerful things.

I just realized, baby, right now, thinking of how I could take this pain away from you, I just realized that you have to feel it. You gotta make your way through all the bad stuff to get to the good.

You changed me, baby," I told her, stroking her cheek. "I barely recognize who I was before you came into my life. And I don't…I don't want to go back to being that way.

Sometimes you just had to feel it. Sometimes you had to let the terror and the anger and the fear tear you apart. So you could feel what came next.

His hand touched my leg and I grabbed it. I held it with both of mine, like he was a lifeline and I needed saving. Or maybe I was the lifeline and he needed saving. Was it possible we could save each other?

How loving Ronan felt like an act of recklessness and at the same time the safest thing I'd ever done. Maybe, I realized, that's what love was. It was being terrified of the leap but being sure of being caught.

She was the miracle I was trying to hold on to.

The world issued an open invitation to humanity to fail itself. To be selfish and small. Mean, even evil at times.

Love was a yeti

I want to be falling in love with you for the rest of my life.

Save your act for other people. The lies and the show – I don't want it. I want you. Fucked up and crazy. I want you.

Love. Forgiveness. Commitment. Faith. Hope. They are simple things with yes or no answers. You love or you don't. You believe or you don't. You forgive or you don't.

Show me something you never show anyone. Give me a piece of your soul, because I just showed you mine and because I need to fucking live on something and I have nothing. Give me something I can live on. For a minute. That's all I want.

There are worse things than love.