Knox And Naomi Quotes

People say you should wait to be with someone you love, but I think it's more important to be with someone you like.

She turned to Knox. “And you were right about Nash getting hurt and now you’re both mad at each other for that.” “Well, breakfast didn’t help,” Knox admitted. Naomi closed her eyes. “Is that why you were such a bridezilla with the florist yesterday?” “Baby’s breath is stupid. Fight me,” he said.

Are you in?" I roll my eyes and try to kiss him again, but he won't let me. I pinch his nipples, and all he does is wink and growl at me. "Say it." "Fuck you" "We'll get there, Naomi. Be patient. But first, you have to say it." I keep glaring, but I feel my body melting, my shields and my walls crashing down in flames. "Say you're mine, tell me that you're my girlfriend." "You're my boyfriend," I say, and the words nearly kill me. "That's all you get for now. Best I can fucking do.

I can’t believe you got me out of bed with Naomi for this,” Knox complained. “Same here.” “Your brother was in bed with Lina,” Lucian tattled. “The fuck he was. The fuck you were,” Knox said, swinging my way. “Don’t you fucking start,” I warned. “I told you to stay away from her.

Naomi Isabelle Knox. Lead guitarist for Amatory Riot. Twenty-three years old. Hot as hell. Mean as sin.

Turner's openness is starting to become more and more appealing to me. At least I know what I'm getting with him. And I still need to tell him about Dax's kiss. That, and his proposition. I haven't had even a single second to get him alone since, but the secret is burning a hole in my pocket. I need it gone. It's like I'm allergic to the fuckers now.

I want it so bad, but no glove, no fucking love.

Don’t you worry about your aunt. She’s proud as hell of you. But you’re only holding yourself back when you blow up like that. So let’s give her something else to be proud about. Yeah?” She sighed. Then nodded again. “Yeah. Okay. But I get to swear when we watch football?” “Damn right you do,” Knox said, ruffling her hair. “And when I’m not in school anymore?” “You can swear as much as you fucking want after you’re out of college. Maybe grad school too, if you want a PhD or some shit.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “That’s better,” he said. “Now, get your ass out there and put the ball in the back of the net so we can get ice cream after.” “But it’s morning,” she said, again looking at me as if I were some anti-swearing, anti-ice cream monster. “No better time for ice cream than after a big win,” he assured her. She grinned up at him. “Okay. Thanks, Knox. Sorry, Aunt Naomi.

I had just poured the eggs into the skillet when I felt arms around my waist and a face press into my back. “I’m sorry Knox was a douchewaffle, Aunt Naomi,” Waylay said,

You're so fucking disgusting. Where do you come up with this crap?