Quotes About Tension

Anxiety bites. He's judging her. Judging her whole stupid, conservative, privileged, white family—she can see it, feel it.

Humor will relieve an awkward moment.

Alistair did his best to soothe her while he imagined himself leaping across the table, scooping Miss Oldridge out of her chair, and tossing her out of the nearest window.

Jonas cast about in his mind for something to say. Long had he hoped for time alone with Caroline, but now that he was here with her, his tongue felt awkward.

Trace cursed. He actually wanted to hit something, but a tree would break his knuckles, he didn't want to put another dent in the truck, and Dare would hit back.

His jaw locked. "You don't know shit about me." She put her hands at either side of his face and smiled with too much emotion. "You want to know what I think?" For some reason, tension pulled at him. "Probably some idiotic romanticized nonsense." When her confidence didn't falter, he made a sound of disgust. "All right, go ahead and tell me." "I think you're the one who doesn't know shit about you

When Alani started to speak, Jackson held up a finger. In the past five minutes, he'd had more mood swings than a menopausal woman. First turned-on, then territorial, bored, aggressive and now on alert.

I'm going to shoot somebody, Maddie said. Sawyer hates when people do that. It's a whole bunch of paperwork.

You could start an argument in an empty house.

Why do we always fight?" she whispered. "You know why." Yeah, she did. "It's science." "Combustible chemistry," he agreed. "Dangerous.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

Still mad," she gasped. He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers, while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt. "Then I should stop.

He doesn't seem that nervous to me," Parker said. Oreo farted audibly. Zoe fanned the air. "See? Nervous." Parker laughed. "My guess would be he's eaten some of your cookies.

Ugh. You're being . . . you." "Was that in English?" "This is all your fault." "Nope. Definitely not English." "You're being all hot and sexy, dammit," she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. "And I can't seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair. "That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

Seriously, why are you here? To drive me crazy?" "Well, that does seem fair, since you drove me there a long time ago.

The air suddenly felt charged, and he wondered which of them was going to get burned. Most likely him.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She'd amused him again.

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. Cooper? Still here. Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- Thank you. Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. But people keep coming--- The next person to come is going to be you, he said.