Beau Is Afraid Quotes

I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.

The trail gets a might steep through here. I'd advise you to start paying attention instead of daydreaming about your beau." His tone annoyed her and she couldn't resist answering in kind. "What's the matter, Mr. Langley, afraid I'll fall off a cliff, and you won't be able to collect your reward? That is what your after,isn't it? The reward. Just like in the posters:Wanted dead or alive,Julia Ashton,for unspeakable crimes of the heart.

I thought about it for a moment. “You could have told me.” She was puzzled. “But I knew you were fine.” “Yeah, but I didn’t know where you were. I—” I hesitated, dropping my eyes. “What?” Her silky voice was as hypnotic as her eyes. “It’s going to sound stupid… but, well, it kind of freaked me out. I thought you might not come back. That somehow you knew that I knew and… I was afraid you would disappear. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I had to see you again.” My cheeks started heating up. [...] “Don’t you see, Beau? It’s one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for you to be so involved.” She turned her anguished eyes to the road, her words flowing almost too fast for me to understand. “I don’t want to hear that you feel that way. It’s wrong. It’s not safe. I’ll hurt you, Beau. You’ll be lucky to get out alive.” “I don’t care.” “That’s a really stupid thing to say.” “Maybe, but it’s true. I told you, it doesn’t matter to me what you are. It’s too late.” Her voice whipped out, low and sharp. “Never say that. It’s not too late. I can put things back the way they were. I will .

I’m not blind, Beau. I’m not saying I think I’m ugly. I know I’m passably cute. I’ve got good hair and my complexion isn’t bad. I don’t have big, blue eyes or long lashes, but my eyes aren’t bad. I’m not exactly exciting or striking. Sawyer is perfect. It’s hard to believe he wants me sometimes.” I turned away from her, afraid the incredulous expression on my face would tell her more than she needed to know. I wanted to tell her how her green eyes made guys want to defend her or the way her sweet, pink lips were mesmerizing or how that one single dimple caused my pulse rate to increase. I wanted to point out how those long, tanned legs caused guys to trip over themselves, and when she wore tight shirts, I fought the urge to go cover her up so every male who saw her wouldn’t go home and jack off with her image in their head. But I couldn’t say any of those things.

I’m not blind, Beau. I’m not saying I think I’m ugly. I know I’m passably cute. I’ve got good hair and my complexion isn’t bad. I don’t have big, blue eyes or long lashes, but my eyes aren’t bad. I’m not exactly exciting or striking. Sawyer is perfect. It’s hard to believe he wants me sometimes.” I turned away from her, afraid the incredulous expression on my face would tell her more than she needed to know. I wanted to tell her how her green eyes made guys want to defend her or the way her sweet, pink lips were mesmerizing or how that one single dimple caused my pulse rate to increase. I wanted to point out how those long, tanned legs caused guys to trip over themselves, and when she wore tight shirts, I fought the urge to go cover her up so every male who saw her wouldn’t go home and jack off with her image in their head. But I couldn’t say any of those things. Forcing my expression to remain casual, I glanced back at her. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. Sawyer didn’t just choose you because of your looks.” That’s all I needed to say. She sighed and leaned back on her hands. I had to turn my head away from her again before my eyes could zero in on her tits. I didn’t need to study them to know they were perfectly round, soft, plump, and temping at hell. “I’m not always good. I try really hard to be good. I want to be worthy of Sawyer--I really do--but it’s like there is this other me inside who’s trying to get out. I fight it, but I’m not good at it all the time. Sawyer has to keep me in line.” Keep her in line Wait…what? Shaking my head to clear my thoughts from how sweet her nipples would taste, I forced myself to focus on what she was saying instead of how she would taste. She didn’t think she was good enough for Sawyer? Had Sawyer made her think something was wrong with her? Surely, he didn’t know she felt this way. “Ash, you’ve been nothing but perfect since you decided to grow up. Sure, you used to help me put frogs in people’s mailboxes, but that girl’s gone. You wanted to be perfect, and you achieved it.” She laughed and sat back up. I chanced a glance over at her. The dimple was there tucked into her cheek as she gazed down at the water. “If you only knew,” was all she said. “Tell me.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Why?” Because I want you. Just you. The girl I know is in there hiding from the world. I want my Ash back.

Now for your first lesson in pool. We’ll do a few practice rounds before we actually play.” Beau put his stick down and nodded toward the one in my hand. “You’re going to hit the white ball into the other balls and break them,” he explained. I took the stick, bent over the table, and tried to remember all the times I’d watched people play pool on television. Before I could think too hard, Beau’s warm body closed in behind me. His hand covered mine, making me light-headed. It took me a second to remember to breathe. “This is the part I’ve been looking forward to,” he murmured in my ear as he adjusted my hands on the stick. The heat from his body made me want to snuggle up against him. I tried to stay focused, but I could feel his warm breath on my ear, and his hip was touching my butt. His chest barely grazed my back. “You’re shivering, Ash,” he whispered. I didn’t know how to respond. I couldn’t blame the shivering on being cold. I was inside an overly warm bar in the middle of the summer. “Now you’re ready to make the shot.” His voice sent chills over my body, and I nodded, afraid that if I gazed up at him, I’d throw myself in his arms. Instead I let him guide me into making the shot. Colorful balls rolled all over the table, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate. “Good job. We’ve got to decide which ball we want to sink, then set up your next shot.” I closed my eyes and took a steadying breath as he stood up and left the close proximity of my body. I straightened, praying my knees wouldn’t buckle beneath me. Beau’s gaze made my cheeks flush. A pleased grin touched his lips, and I suddenly wanted to know how those lips would feel pressed against mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Even when his smile vanished, I continued to stare at his mouth. “You’re gonna have to stop doing that, Ash,” Beau whispered huskily, and closed the space between us. His body was suddenly pressed against mine. I managed to shake my fascination with his lips and gaze up into his eyes. He was staring down at me with a hungry gleam I wasn’t accustomed to seeing. But I liked it. I liked it a lot. “Ash, I’m trying real hard to be good. Good isn’t my thing, but Sawyer’s important to me. Please remember I’ve got my limits, and you studying my mouth like you want a taste is pushing me dangerously close to the edge of those limits.

I opened my car door and turned to peek back at Beau. My heart fluttered wildly at the sight of him. I’d wanted to go all the way, but he’d stopped us. A smile tugged at my lips; I knew he hadn’t stopped me because it was wrong. Or because he didn’t want to. He had stopped only because we’d had no protection. Beau had been as deliriously turned on as I’d been. He’d looked at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, no longer hiding his feelings. “Can you get out tonight?” he asked me as he stepped toward me just close enough to touch my waist. The skin where his hand grazed tingled with anticipation. “Yes, it’ll be late, though. I’ve got to go to Grana’s. People will be bringing food and all that stuff. I’ll need to see you to cheer me up. Make me forget.” I’d crawl out my window for him if I had to. He stepped closer, and I watched as he lowered his mouth to mine. Just like before, the earth fell out from under me with the touch of his lips. I clung to his shoulders, afraid I’d fall if he let me go. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my ear. I shivered and pressed closer to him. “Text me when you’re ready, and I’ll meet you at the park behind your house,” he whispered, then stepped back. I grabbed the door for support before nodding and getting into my car.