Quotes from Molly O'Keefe

We were two fucking animals eyeing each other up. It shouldn't be sexy. But it was. Because it was dangerous and wrong and that was just the way I liked my sex. This was my favorite flavor. O'Keefe, M.. Burn Down the Night (Kindle Locations 1443-1445). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Sometimes I feel so awful that my life became better on the backs of all these aborted plans and broken dreams.

It was him and it was me and it was nothing else.

The ways she was different from any other woman in my life could not be counted. I didn't want to say she was sweet, because that seemed to negate all the ways she was fierce. I didn't want to say she was generous, because it would deny the ways she was selfish. I'd never had a woman in my life show me so much of herself.

She'd shown me her fierceness. I worshipped at the feet of her ferocity.

I wanted to show you the truth of me. And…loving you is a part of that. It's a part of who I am now.

Change is a choice. It's long and it's slow.

I'm just…fuck. I'm just so glad you answered that damn phone.

I'm not letting you go," I told her. "And it's selfish and wrong and sooner or later you're going to wake up and realize that I can't love you the way you should be loved. Or want to be loved, and it doesn't matter.

Good luck, Annie. And not for nothing, you're better than that guy. You're better than this." "You're wrong," she said. "He's the best man I know and I'm just trying to keep up.

Whatever this is…this impetus you have to help me right now, I know it's a lie. You're not kind, Blake, and I've had more than enough lies in my life. I don't want any more.

I'm scared that the way I want you will tie me to you when I know that's not what either of us wants. Or needs. But I'm must so…" I trailed off because there were so many words that could fill in that blank. Lonely. Needy. Broken.

The history of our country should not be written in the blood of slaves. It is an abomination.

You made me really happy. You made me really happy when I met you. You've made me happy every day of my life since you've been back in it. I honestly can't imagine my life without you.

His eyes skated across my body, taking in my paint-splattered overalls and the hot pink tank top I wore underneath it. He couldn't see that my tank top had Big Bird on it. But he looked at me like he knew.

The invitation on her face was as old as Eve. As potent as original sin.

And it was like he couldn't hold her close enough, or hard enough against him, and I've…I've never been held like that. Not once. Not ever. And I wondered what that would feel like. What would it be like to have someone want me that much that he…just grabbed me and held on as hard as he could.

I've never…" she whispered as I kissed her neck. Her hear. The skin under her chin. She really was soft all over. "This isn't like me." I leaned back. Looked deep into her startled and wary blue eyes. "You looking for permission to fuck the way you like?" I asked. "It's yours.

My name is Ty. Short for Wyatt. Wyatt Svenson. People just always call me Ty.

When we were pushed to the edge we were capable of anything. Surviving was the only thing that mattered.

A rage so sharp it turned to grief. A grief so big it turned to rage.