Quotes About Vulnerability

Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look... Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. Leave your cloths on, Tori, Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. Please.

And stop doing that," he said. "Backing away, giving me that look." Like you're scaring me? Maybe you are." He stepped back so fast he wobbled and caught himself, and the look on his face—It vanished in a second, the scowl returning. I'd never hurt you, Chloe. You should know—" He stopped. Paused. Then wheeled and started walking away. "Next time? Handle it yourself. I'm done taking care of you.

Derek looked around, like he was searching for something to use. Then he stripped off his shirt. I tried not to look away. Not that he looked bad without his shirt. The opposite, actually, which is why...Let's just say friends are really better when they're fully clothed.

He lunged again. This time I stood my ground and he checked his leap at the last second....and toppled sideways. I didn't hide my laugh that time. His face twisted fast, grabbed my pajama leg and wrenched, and down I went. Bully

I wanted to walk over there. I wanted to curl up beside him, lean against him, talk to him. I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to tell him everything would be okay. And I wanted him to tell me the same thing. I didn't care if it was true or not- I just wanted to say it. To hear it, to feel his arms around me, hear the rumble of his words, that deep chuckle that made me pulse race

Derek lunged. He hit me in the shoulder and knocked me to the floor, landing on top of me. His body jerked, like he'd been hit with the spell, and I let out a yelp, struggling to get up, but he held me down, whispering I'm okay, it's okay until the words penetrated.

Yes, I said You were saved by a girl. Horrible, isn't it? He slid out and looked down at my bare legs. Not just a girl, but a half-naked one. Now that's hot. If I'm still unconscious, don't wake me, okay?

He glanced down at the blood-smeared cut on his side...and realized he wasn't wearing any clothing. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't realized it already. Kind of obvious. It wasn't like he'd been going to take time out to find his clothing before stopping Liam.

One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.

Remember when we met? Before you left, you said you were going to make a fool of yourself over me. That's still what you're worried about. That you'll find yourself doing things you never dreamed of doing, things you laughed at in others, and you'll make a fool of yourself.

And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won't get kidnapped or possessed. ~Jaime Vegas

Sure. You get all slutty with Rafe. You freak out. You cry date rape drug.' - Hayley

In the end, like any stray, I was conquered by the promise of continued food and shelter. Trust would take longer.

I blinked and wiped my hand over my face. My fingers came back damp. I glanced across the room and saw my reflection in the mirror, hair snarled, mascara running, face streaked with tears. Yep, you look like shit, Adam said. And I took plenty of pictures, which I will keep until an appropriate opportunity for blackmail arises.

Sometimes, wanting to impress is what keeps us moving when all we really want to do is curl up in a fetal position and whimper.

Were you crying? Tori peered at my face. You were. I-it's nothing. I— Simon pulled something, didn't he? Got you out on that walk, and the next thing you know, it's not your hand he's holding. Her eyes blaze. Guys. They can be such— It wasn't like that. If he pulled that crap, you can tell me. I've had a few surprise first dates myself. Wish I'd had my spells then. Especially the binding one.

We need to slow down for you. You're in pain and you're not going to remind us of that." "It isn't that bad. Really. I--" "See? Gotta be a tough guy." I lowered my voice so the others wouldn't hear. "How's your head?" "I didn't hit my head. Not yet anyway." "You know what I mean. Your headaches." "I'm fine.

Just relax," he said, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid to rest against my hip. He stayed bent over my shoulder, as if trying to see through the slats in the door, his breath ruffling my hair. When I shifted, he put his other hand on my other hip. I shifted again. "Stop squirming," he said. "I didn't wear my steel-toed boots." I stepped off his foot. "Sorry.

Suddenly he was right there, his mouth on mine, my arms around his neck. Then he stopped. He caught my arms and backed up, studying my face. "Has anyone had access to your drinks recently?" he said. "Any strange allergic reactions? Bug bites?" "Shut up.

They need to act like everything's okay, so you can't tell them. Not even Daniel." I backed up, freeing myself. "That's the deal-breaker, isn't it?" he murmured. "Daniel." "I trust--" "I know you do. But I don't, and not because I think he's untrustworthy, but because I don't know him well enough to be sure he won't screw up. The only person I trust is you.

Daniel knelt and held out a bottle. I thought it was pop, then saw the label. "Beer?" I said. "It helps. I knew his meds had dissolved, so I grabbed a few from the store." Corey took it and twisted off the cap. A few gulps. Then a deep breath as he relaxed. Another long drink, then a sidelong glance at me. "Yes, I'm self-medicating with booze and I know that's not smart.

When I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one arm going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.

We walked about fifteen minutes before we heard an oncoming car. Corey stepped into the middle of the road. A pickup whipped around the curve. Corey waved his arms. The guy in the pickup laid on his horn and veered past, sending Corey stumbling as his bad knee gave way. Daniel and I helped him up. "Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said.

She picked up a stick and began idling poking around a patch of bare earth. Then she wrote "Don't be stupid." She erased it, doodled a bit, then wrote, "I'm fine." I hesitated, but she was right. It was a trap and my chances of foiling it were slim to none. If I got caught, could I trust Daniel not to come after me? No. Could I trust Corey and Sam to make it to safety alone? No.