Quotes About Emotion

Dearest Avery, I'm sorry. —T. T. H.

Before I could get the word daughter out, Grayson leaned his head down and crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me to save me from what I'd been about to say. For a small eternity, nothing in the world existed outside of that kiss. His lips. Mine. For show.

Tommy was . . . exciting." It took her a moment to decide on the word. "He was motion and emotion. He never stopped moving, never stopped feeling. He was stubborn and loyal and never once thought about the consequences of anything he did.

You don't have to dance. Just brood in beat to the music.

Is that your professional take on the situation?" I kept my voice dry and caustic. This wasn't worth yelling over. It wasn't even worth a heated whisper.

But when he smiled, I still felt seven years old and about three inches tall.

Oh God. I'm jealous of farts.

something about the curve of his lips was more intimate than any touch.

But on a more visceral level: I could have died.

I looked down at my hands, unable to meet her eyes. My wrists were still angry and red. The raw skin looked how I felt.

You have a daughter now," I told him, my voice low. He looked at me, his expression never wavering. "I have two." In the span of a heartbeat, fury gave way to devastation. Tobias Hawthorne the Second wasn't my father. He hadn't raised me. I didn't carry a single drop of his blood. But he'd just called me his daughter.

Grayson jerked to a halt, every muscle in his body taut. "Don't you say her name." His posture was angry, but his voice sounded like it was about to crumble. Like I'd gutted him. Not just Jameson. My mouth went dry. Emily didn't just matter to Jameson.

You hated the idea of me." "But not you. Never you." "I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

I could feel him in the room,

It was never just the idea of you, Avery." I tried not to feel like the ground was suddenly moving underneath my feet. "You hated the idea of me." "But not you." The words were just as sweet, just as painful. "Never you.

There was something intense in those words, in the expression on his face—like the boy who'd learned to see the world saw me.

Heads I kiss you, tails you kiss me. Either way, it means something.

It was warm and safe and happy-but it wasn't me. [Cassandra Hobbes]

Grayson was Not Pleased-and no one did Not Pleased like Grayson Hawthorne.

My point is that you know who your mom was, Avery. We both do. And she was wonderful.

I felt... numb wasn't the right word. My mouth was too dry. My heart was beating too fast. I hurt, but it felt like I was hurting from a distance.

Heiress, you wound me.

If you had a baby…," I said. "When I have a baby," came the deep, heart-shattering reply, "she'll be my whole world." "She?" I repeated. Nash settled back into his seat. "I can picture Lib with a little girl.

Do you trust me?" I was standing in a phone-lit passageway, close enough to feel his body's heat on mine. "Absolutely not." "Good." He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. "Hold on.