Luc And Evie Quotes

All you have to do is ask, Peaches.

I could do a lot of things. I have done a lot of things, and sometimes, I do hurt people, he said quietly, softly. But I could never hurt you.

You tried to kidnap me, Luc. Hmm, he murmured. That means I like you. I arched a brow. Okay. That's messed up on about a thousand different levels. Probably, I don't people well.

A Luxen didn't kiss you, Evie. His lips brushed mine. But neither did a human.

I kinda like the arm-grabbing thing," he replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Very dominant of you. Maybe I'm the submissive type in, you know, the-

Do you want me to take one of those creepy, self-indulgent selfies of my stomach and send it to you?" Luc asked. "Then you can check me out whenever you want, even when I'm not around.

I like you, Evie." His hand lifted with startling quickness and he picked up a piece of my hair. "Lots.

Like, together?" He laughed again, and once more, there was a little softness to the sound. "I never would've been that lucky.

She was like a little sister I never wanted, and then as she grew older, as we grew older, she became something entirely different to me.

Let's start over. Completely. You'll pretend that the mere idea of being attracted to me doesn't freak you out, and I'll pretend that you're not thinking about how I'd feel under your fingers. Hmm? Sound like a plan?

What's going on in that head of yours? He asked in a soft voice.

Even if you wake up and you don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here, and I’ll help you remember.” His lips brushed my forehead. “I’ve got enough love for you that I’m overflowing with it. It’ll be more than enough if you wake up and see me as a stranger.” Luc’s next breath sounded as ragged as my heart felt. “No matter how you come back to me, as Evie or as Nadia or someone else, I’ll still love you like I do now, like I did yesterday and the day before, and that’ll be enough.” I’ll still love you.

Do you think he looked for the house that was already decorated in black and white? I asked, wondering how we ended up with angel-palooza. Probably. He needed a place as deep and dark as his troubled thoughts. Arum are goth like that.

My hand balled in the front of his shirt. “Thank you—” “Don’t thank me for that, not for doing what I needed to do.” His features blurred. “When am I supposed to thank you, Luc?” “When I do something worth thanking me for.

His jeans were zipped but unbuttoned, and they hung indecently low - like, so low, they had to be held up by alien superpowers. He had those muscles on either side of his hips, the kind that formed indents. I didn't even know what they were called, but boy, oh boy, did he ever have them. There was a faint dusting of hair that disappeared below the jeans.