Merrill Reese Quotes

Jude worried about his brother and the amount of time he spent alone. The kid never smiled anymore. He’d always been quiet and let Brianna talk for him, but he never seemed depressed until recently.

Reese didn’t let the smile leave his face. He sure smiled a lot more around Jude-maybe enough for both of them, although he could tell Jude had to fight to keep from returning the smile.

Jude was a sensation that Reese never wanted to go without. And then he’d tackled Jude and gone all porn star on him.

I always knew you’d be a cocktease. Go to sleep, pretty boy.

I want who I want. Gender doesn’t matter to me.

I’ll be there to hold your hand. Your other hand. Because I’m sure Reese will have a tight grip on one. He’s a good man, Jude.

I’d say you were in rebound love if you had something real with Jaida. I know, I know. You thought you did, but honey-“ “I know. I’ve heard the Toby Griffiths sermon on this topic many times, over the past two years. Heard you loud and clear.

Darlings, it’s been real, but I have a date.

The vulnerable tone of Reese’s voice was at odds with the rest of him, but Jude could see the hesitancy-and perhaps fear-in Reese’s posture.

Give it meaning. You might think I’m something I’m not, but I mean everything with you.

The clientele was well-dressed and very into their dancing. Reese felt a little intimidated by the quality of talent in the room-everything from men dancing close to their partners to groups of men showing off serious skills. Jude led them into the middle of the floor, and the dancers parted to make room for them and then swallowed them up.

Toby was Reese’s yang…or yin. Something.

He’s talking about forever, and I’m still trying to catch my breath.

A lot of men didn’t know what to do with him. He didn’t subscribe to any one sort of play, and he didn’t stereotypes.

Reese might be a natural disaster, but he was thorough and attentive when it came to cleaning up his mess.

My friend, you are a grade-A disaster when it comes to relationships, and yet, you’re the greatest catch of them all. No one I know loves deeper, cares greater, or gives more of himself than you. And you’re hotter than the sun. And he’s, what? Twenty? Twenty-one? Barely?

Hurricane Reese was on course, and nothing was going to get in its way.

Don’t stop the pressure. Don’t stop any of it. I don’t want it to stop.

He just had no idea how to repair the damage from the latest pass of Hurricane Reese, so he threw himself into the musical.

You try spending time in that man’s wake. He must secrete, like, industrial-strength pheromones.

I guess I’m headed into the eye of the storm.

Reese listened carefully to Toby’s brilliant plan and tried to climb out of his Jude-less funk.

He could have been a runway model with his high cheekbones and pink lips.

There was nothing more he could do that night so he lost himself in Reese’s soulful voice and enjoyed the way it mingled with Toby’s to make a joyful noise.

He might have lied when he said he was perfectly sane.

Kissing Reese was everything Jude feared it could be-overwhelming, intoxicating, and probably addicting.

How could she have gone from scorned lover to laughing companion just like that?

Leave it to him to have a crush on the beyond-unattainable Reese Matheson.

You’re a mess, Reese Matheson.

What on earth was Reese playing at? Jude had never been pursued like that before. And yet he acted like one of those idiots who chased tornados or stood on the coast watching a hurricane approach the shore-in awe of its beauty and unable to look away despite the danger. Huh. Hurricane Reese.