Quotes About Tension

Each time, Jane's heart banged, her skin chilled, and she clamped down on the distracting ache in her gut with a bowl of something naughty, like Cocoa Pebbles.

If you two are done playing kissy-face," she said, tugging on the rope.

Twenty-two hours, forty-seven minutes, and eighteen seconds to go!

Hi." Paul said from her couch, flooding her system with adrenaline. He'd kicked off his shoes and was lounging there as if he had the right to be in her home. "I let myself in. You left the balcony door open." Andrea stopped in her tracks and it took a few seconds to find her tongue. "I never leave my doors unlocked or open." she paused, "and we are three stories up.

She said you were probably plastic and Uncle Kevin said he'd give you a feel and let her know and then Uncle Joe punched him in the shoulder and said the only thing he'd feel is his A-S-S getting kicked if he tried.

He'd be over here if you weren't being such a bitch." For a second, she thought Terry was going to chuck an ear of corn at her. But then the mask slipped—just for a second—and Keri saw not anger or annoyance, but total devastation.

Hailey shook her head. "Nobody cares about the meatloaf, Paige. Mitch is in town for six weeks and you could do with a little less tension. Don't want you killing anybody. "So what you're saying is that I have to have sex with Mitch to save lives?" "Absolutely.

Your maman was in my room last night." "And I was not." His tone was glum.

She is coming all out in …" He turned to her. "What is the word, my love? Swan skin?" "Gooseflesh, I believe he means," Sophia explained.

Goddamn it," Zane murmured, raking a hand through his hair. What had happened was his fault—he had failed to be the dominant that the submissive obviously wanted and most certainly needed. Instead of taking control he had relinquished it and thus had probably ruined any chance with her.

She frowned. "I did nothing to arouse you." He clenched his jaw, his stare growing more aggressive. "You breathed.

You need tension in order to create something—the sand in the pearl. She said my questioning and doubts were the sand. She said they were good and forced me to live with integrity, to interrogate what was important to me, and so to live the meaning of my life, rather than resort to convention.

heterosexual male who works in this building. Much to the chagrin of the members

It's amazing how otherwise rational people can turn into jerks when emotions run amok.

stepping on others' toes to get things done.

Are you two done staring longingly in each other's eyes or should we just take a break?" Now scowling, Dee turned her head and focused on the only idiot really taking the game seriously. Mitch took a step back, grabbing his brother and yanking him in front of his body. "Take him, Dee. Take him!" "You bastard!" Brendon yelped.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor and Van Holtz was waiting there with several bags of groceries in his hands. "Oh. You," he said. He started to walk in and, without thinking, simply reacting, Bo shoved him back out of the elevator by his head and hit the elevator button again. "You asshole!" Bo heard as the door closed.

While the two females snarled viciously at each other, Ric grabbed a stick from the ground and waved it between Jess and Blayne. "Look! Look! A stick! Who wants it? Who wants it? Go get it!" He threw the stick and Jess and Blayne watched it flip across the forest floor. Once it landed, they looked back at Ric. "Dude," Jess told him, "that was just rude.

Dee-Ann came back in the hallway and both men stopped and stared at her. "Just came back to get some water out of the fridge." When neither man said anything to her, she asked, "Somethin' wrong?" Ric stepped forward. "How many children do you want?" Lock grabbed Ric by his hair and yanked him back, slamming him into the front door. "Ow!

She took two steps to the left. He shadowed her. She took three quick steps to the right. He did the same. "You…you're…" She couldn't even think straight. "I need you to remain calm." "Fuck you!" "That's not calm.

So, what happened to your face?" Sara grabbed Miki by her T-shirt and jeans before she could dive over the counter at the Asian girl they called Kelly. Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, "You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood." Oh, yeah. That was subtle.

Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg drily asked, "Do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your perfect white wedding?" As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Stieg by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

Mitch grabbed hold of the car keys and held them over his head so Sissy couldn't get them. She, in turn, grabbed his nuts and twisted until he gave her the damn keys.

I know the drill." Max nodded and flatly replied, "Go in. Kill everybody. Get Stevie out." Charlie briefly closed her eyes, took a moment to breathe and try to relax her shoulders . When she felt she wouldn't yell, she said, "That is not the drill.