Rhys Larsen Quotes

Something light and velvety brushed against my heart…and fluttered. Just once, but it was enough for me to identify it. A butterfly. No, no, no. I loved animals, I truly did, but I could not have a butterfly living in my stomach. Not for Rhys Larsen. It needed to die immediately.

If we do it we do it together. You and me against the world Princes

Since it’s my graduation night, let’s play a game. It’s called Getting to Know Rhys Larsen.” “Sounds boring... I already know Rhys Larsen.

RHYS FUCKING LARSEN

Since it’s my graduation night, let’s play a game. It’s called Getting to Know Rhys Larsen.” “Sounds boring.” Rhys flicked his eyes around the restaurant. “I already know Rhys Larsen.” “I don’t.

God, he was insufferable. A gentleman wouldn’t point something like that out, but Rhys Larsen was no gentleman. He was the bane of my existence.

I never said you were a superficial airhead.” “You implied it.” Rhys grimaced. “You’re not the first royal I’ve guarded. You’re not even the third or fourth. They all acted similarly, and I expected you to do the same. But you’re not…” I arched an eyebrow. “I’m not…?” A small smile ghosted across his face so fast I almost missed it. “A superficial airhead.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Me, laughing at something Rhys Larsen said. Hell must’ve iced over.

My words hung in the air, and we realized at the same time I’d called him by his name again. My first time doing so since Costa Rica. But it felt right because, at that moment, he wasn’t Mr. Larsen. He was Rhys.

It wasn’t right, the power this man had over me, but I was helpless in the face of my heart, hormones, and the indomitable force that was Rhys Larsen.

I never thought I’d see the day. Rhys Larsen in love.” In love.

I was proud of how normal I sounded when my insides were doing things that were anything but normal. Fluttering, skipping, twisting. My doctor would have a field day. “We’ve passed a milestone. Rhys Larsen’s first compliment to Bridget von Ascheberg, and it only took two years. Mark it down.” Rhys snorted, but humor filled his eyes. “One year and ten months,” he said. “If we’re counting.” Which he was. If my heart skipped any more songs it’d have no playlist left. Not good. Not good at all.

No one appreciates my good ideas,” Josh muttered. He looked at Rhys hopefully. “Larsen?” “Let me put it this way,” Rhys said. “If you’d tried to tag along with me and Bridget on our honeymoon, I would’ve tossed you out of the plane after takeoff. Without a parachute.

Remember when you gave me shit after the Bridget situation?” Rhys was practically in a state of schadenfreude, that bastard. “You said love is, and I quote, ‘tedious, boring, and utterly unnecessary. People in love are the most insufferable on the planet.’” His grin widened. “Want to take that back?” “It’s deeply concerning that you can quote me word for word. Find a new hobby, Larsen. Obsessing over me isn’t healthy.

Rhys Larsen giving relationship advice. Hell must’ve frozen over.” “It froze the day you uttered the word love in a nondemeaning way.

You don't need a crown to be queen, Princess." - Rhys Larsen

Even when you're not there, you're everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul." - Rhys Larsen

Alcohol was for numbing, and I didn't want to be numb.' - Rhys Larsen

I'm not the best at flowery language, - " - Rhys Larsen

Think with your big head, Larsen. Not your small one." - Rhys Larsen

I loved animals, I truly did, but I could not have a butterfly living in my stomach. Not for Rhys Larsen. It needed to die immediately.

No necesito un felices para siempre. Necesito estar a tu lado. Te necesito feliz, sana y segura" −Rhys Larsen

He assessed me with sharp eyes. “Well, well.” A hint of surprised amusement colored his tone. “I never thought I’d see the day. Rhys Larsen in love.

I never thought I’d see the day. Rhys Larsen in love.” In love. I’d never been in love. Never wanted to be in love. Hell, I didn’t even know what love was. It was always something I’d heard about, not experienced, until I met a woman who cracked my ironclad defenses like no one had before. Someone who loved the rain and animals and rocky road ice cream on quiet nights. Someone who saw all my scars and ugliness and still found me worthy, and somehow, someway, she’d filled the cracks in a soul I never thought would be whole again.

No one appreciates my good ideas,” Josh muttered. He looked at Rhys hopefully. “Larsen?