Excuse My Messy Hair Quotes

Over the years, I have perfected my “just rolled out of bed” style by, more often than not, just rolling out of bed. I’ve cultivated the look since I’ve found that ladies like my messy hair—it’s an excuse to run their fingers through it. More important, it’s yet another component to my whole strategy: nothing works better in a wolf’s quest for getting laid than looking like you’ve just gotten laid.

The pen moved across my skin, but I couldn’t see what he was writing, his messy hair blocking my view. “Excuse me, sir, but what are you doing? Are you branding me?” “Stop calling me sir. I’m trying to focus here and you’re making me hard.” “You’ve been hard for the past eight hours. What’s new?” “You’d think you would have tried to help me with this difficult situation. Honestly, Georgia, I’m disappointed. You really need to work a little harder at this whole girlfriend thing.

I didn’t die. So you can stop this.” “Stop what exactly?” I motion between us. “I know what this is. You felt guilty. That’s why you were at my bedside night and day. You felt guilty that I was attacked, because you’re the captain of the army and in charge of the security of the castle and I was hurt. But I free you of that burden of guilt. It wasn’t your fault. So you can stop hovering over me. I’m perfectly fine now, thanks to that girl who healed me. You don’t need to worry about me anymore. Consider me out of your messy hair.” “There were so many fucked up things in that little speech, I don’t even know where to start.” I rear back. “Excuse me?