Quotes About Relationship

You'd never force me. And you'd never betray me. But I don't know if you could care enough about me to help me deal with all that other stuff. I'm… I'm not going to be okay with the porn right away. Can you deal with it when I'm an asshole about that? Can you help me not hurt you too much?

Ace really only had one goal in life, and it was to keep his skinny blond dirty bomb of a boyfriend from detonating and killing them all.

Dammit, he wasn't a kid to go shooting off with just a touch, and Crick stroked his hair until he knew he wasn't going to lose it before he was buried inside the love of his goddamned life.

he and Noah competing for space like electrons in an unstable gas.

I'm stupid. I mean, God. My first relationship was a clusterfuck of entrapment—you know that.

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?" Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron. Man, I get about fifteen minutes a day max out of your ass—it's your heart I want twenty-four-seven. Jesus, Crick—stop thinking in your pants!

I love you, big man. I love you so much I can't believe the world turned before we met. But you and me, we are going to have a big, ugly,

yelling, snarling, Russian-bear fight about your fucking job and how much I want you to quit. Be prepared. It will not break us up, and I am not drawing a line in the sand, and I am not going to push you away, but I will be heard, do you understand me?

I'm sorry I left you at your dad's." Now his eyes narrowed, and I knew how pissed he'd been. "That was an interesting choice. Whyfor did you do that?" I sighed and turned off

He'd been worried. He'd been afraid. And he'd been hurt, and Mikhail almost couldn't stand it. Not Shane. Not his beautiful lover, who gave his heart and everything else to make Mikhail's world wonderful. Dammit, he wanted to shout, leave him the hell alone!

Didn't happen. Won't want this again." He sighed and wrenched himself back. "Yeah, we will," Galen said soberly. John swallowed, legitimately afraid. "I'm a recovering addict—" "And I'm not recovering," Galen said. Those luminous green eyes narrowed and glittered. "Not yet. But I want you. And you need someone. So you need to decide how this is or is not going to happen, because it's an issue.

Hey, Mackey—how's your mom?" "I don't know—how's yours? She was looking okay when I left her this morning!" "I will fucking—" "You will? I'd like to see that. Wait. Nobody would like to see that. Suggest something else." "Oh God—

This was why people picked one person forever and ever amen—because that one person mattered more than anyone else. There was no democracy in monogamy, and Cy got that now like he never had before.

Oh Galen—I've never been anybody's first choice. There's no reason for that to start now.

Ellery couldn't ask for anything more. In his entire life, he couldn't recall ever wanting anything with the purity and the passion that he wanted time, so much more time, with Jackson.

Got used to you," he mumbled. "You and me, we lived together. I loved that. It's hard when you're gone." "We still live together," Aiden

Then you understand," he growled. "Nobody but me gets to see your nightmares. You're going to play the caveman thing with me, then we're both in the same goddamned cave.

A good son?" Cassidy asked, because he'd always wondered what it took to be a good son. He'd tried—always neat, always clean, always on time—but nobody had seemed to want the job of being his mother. "The best.

The man I fought with, the man who comforted me, the man who tried valiantly to slay my inner dragons on a daily basis, in spite of their preference for the tender flesh near his heart.

If I'm your friend, you know anything is forgivable. Being lovers is harder. Let's get our shit sorted first.

You are the only thing in my life that's ever been mine," he said. I was surprised then by the warmth of his hand on my thigh. "Would like to keep you." "Well, let's maybe see if we can do that without spilling any blood.

He wanted that with some foreplay and a lot of afterglow, and maybe some, "Gee, Crawford, you are a nice guy, and I'd really like to do this frequently, if you don't mind me saying so.

It was flesh inside your flesh, it was giving somebody a pass to your body and hoping they respected you enough to not hurt you.

you've fallen for this man, so hard, so deep, it's like falling off a building and punching a hole through the tarmac to the hidden black caverns of trust, pain, and fear beneath.