Ricochet Krista Ritchie Quotes

I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.

I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.

You don't make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.

Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.

I don’t need you,” she repeats, her voice breaking. “You’re right,” he says softly. “You don’t need a man, Rose.” He pauses and I barely hear him whisper, “But you do need me.

No, Lil," he tells me with a short laugh. "You're the opposite. You're my stability... my home.

Even when I was a kid, Lo would put his hands on my cheeks and kiss me really quickly, and we'd burst into laughter afterwards. He'd end up chasing me through the fancy parties that our parents brought us to, trying to steal another. I'd always let him catch me.

I love you and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do."-Loren Hale

Hate to break it to you, but sex is ten times better than skydiving.” “No it’s not,” she rebuts. Ryke leans forward on his char a little. “Then whoever fucked you didn’t do it right, sweetheart.

His eyes drift to my lips. “You’re strange.” “So are you.” “Good.” He leans closer. “We can be strange together.

Your pain isn’t worth less than anyone else’s.

She’ll be intelligent and know more than Connor and me put together.” “That’s impossible,” Connor tells her. “We’re the two smartest people in the entire world. You put us together, and you get a superhuman.

Each day feels like an obstacle. And a victory.

You can’t refuse to feel hurt just because you think that you don’t deserve to feel it.

Because at the end of the day, we were the only thing that mattered to each other.

You're pretty miserable, Mother, and you're married." - Rose Calloway

You want to know how many times a day I question why I’m with you?” “Five times.” “A hundred.” “If you told me you were going to exaggerate, I would have picked that, but I thought we were being realistic here, hun.

My last tear falls. I can’t move to wipe it. I am transfixed by Loren Hale, my everything. “I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.

I think we’re all old enough to feel the scars of our upbringing. Now we just have to find a way to heal.

Assigned seating. I curse you.

Great, he can’t read my mind. What I’d give to be dating Charles Xavier—though

I realize that he took a piece of me with him. When I told this to Rose, she patted my shoulder and said I was being irrational.

But without Lo to hide behind, my only defense against Aaron is to run. And I’m not as fast as Loren Hale. Not even close.

My arms turn into a giant red welt. “Everyone has different bodies.” “Did you just call my vagina loose?

He’s my best friend, my whole world,

Rose. The longer you control a man, the more likely they’ll leave you. Is that what you want? To be alone and miserable for the rest of your life?” “I don’t know. You’re pretty miserable, Mother, and you’re married.

You don’t make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.

He’s always felt like home to me too.

What do you know?” I wonder, pulling Daisy’s sweaty hair out of her face. Ryke gives me a solid glare. “You masturbate too much.

He’s still Lo. He’s still mine.

I am there, love,” he murmurs. “I’m right there with you.

Lo,” I interject. Please don’t leave me just yet. “Yeah?” “I’m waiting for you.” I love you.

You're the first person I called.

I am transfixed by Loren Hale, my everything.

He points at her. “In fact, you should stay away from any guy who doesn’t make you come at least twice before he fucks you. Keep that in mind.” She

Be strong, Lil, Lo would tell me. When I come back, I’ll be strong with you.

Lo made me promise to wait for him. Maybe I should have made him promise to return to me.

Giving something up isn’t the same thing as losing control. It’s the opposite, Lily. You’re taking back control.

It’s what we don’t say that hurts the most.

We started a fake relationship. We ended it. We dated. We loved. And then we separated. Pain, happiness, joy and hurt ricochet from each path taken and from each memory uncovered.

I wish Lo was here. He’d make me feel better. Maybe not even with sex. He’d just smile, kiss me, tell me I’m beautiful and say, “Fuck them.” Because at the end of the day, we were the only thing that mattered to each other. All I needed was him.

Hope, that’s all I have to go on right now. It’s my driving force. It’s literally what keeps me standing.

I’m not there. I’m not with you.

I’m sorry for being an asshole, for not understanding…I think that he needs you as much as you need him.

I just want to hold you right now. It’s killing me.

I want to be there with you,” he says. “I don’t want Ryke to be the one to protect you. That’s my job, and I plan to be a hell of a lot better at it than before...

You’re the opposite. You’re my stability…my home.

I want to grow with him. I want to be with him. I want to love Lo without people telling me that our love is too much.

Giving up something isn’t the same thing as losing control.

Daisy is my baby sister. The girl who trailed Rose and me like a little shadow. We pretended to believe in Santa Claus for five extra years just for her. I can’t lose her to Mexican drug lords or kidnappers or rapists or fucking anything. Not on my watch.

Just as I rise, Aaron begins to push his chair back, about to stand too. But then Ryke points at him with his knife. “You follow her, and I’ll slit your fucking throat,” he deadpans.

You know what’s scary,” she says, pointing her spoon at him. “You’re a journalism major, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be a wordsmith?” “Shouldn’t you be a voiceless mannequin?” he retorts back. “Touché.

There’s a long pause before he murmurs, “You don’t make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.

But if there’s anything I know for certain in this world—I never want to change without Loren Hale. We have to try to evolve together.

You’re the first person I called.

He puts his hand to her forehead, and she slaps it down. “Don’t touch me.” He glowers. “You’re an ice cube. You’ve been drugged, Daisy. If you go to sleep and fall into a coma, that’s on us.

In a competition between me and this...” He jabbed his finger towards the movie. “I’ll win. Every time.

When Connor disappears into the pantry, Rose lets loose. “I can’t stand him,” she says. “Honestly, he drives me nuts, Lily.

He makes me feel utterly and unequivocally gorgeous. He alone can claim that feat.

He pulls his wayfarers up on his head so she can see his deep brown eyes, honey flecks swimming in them. He actually looks like he comes in peace. Which is nice. But still, he shouldn’t be having the conversation with anyone.

I do,” a new voice enters. And this time, I internally cheer at the sound of Ryke’s deep, threatening tone.

He wears a fitted charcoal suit with a skinny black tie. His brown hair is styled, but he’s not clean-shaven.

Daisy snorts and tilts back a little farther in her chair to act all cool and composed. And then, the legs begin to slip underneath her. I gasp, picturing her smacking backwards on the ground. But Ryke is faster than my frozen joints. His eyes have already snapped open. He reaches out and grabs the top of her chair, setting both of them on four legs at the same time. My sister puts her hands on the table, leaning forward as though a rollercoaster just flung to an abrupt stop. She looks winded and stunned all at the same time. Ryke barely misses a beat. He pushes an extra spoon in front of her. And to my surprise, she actually picks up the silverware and scoops a big bite of cake on it. She hesitates for a second. “It’s not arsenic,” he says. Her lips rise in a small smile. “Your hips also don’t have to be measured in the morning.

He nods, and Ryke screams at her, “NO!” We can all hear the fear and anger writhing in his voice. But it’s too late. She dives. Right. Off. The fucking. Cliff. Headfirst. I hold my breath, my lips parting as my jaw drops. Not even a full second after she dives, Ryke impulsively jumps right in after her.

I don’t think…I don’t think many people can really understand what it’s like to be so invested in someone—to share every single moment and then to have them ripped from you. We have an unhealthy, co-dependent relationship.

I am not pathetic. I’m trying to live without my best friend. It’s hard. My whole reason for waking up in the morning and putting on a smile was taken from me.

I’ll choose him over you, every time, but you’re a huge part of his life, so that means you’re going to be a part of mine—whether you like it or not.

I feel like she’s screaming to be heard, but no one can understand. No one gets it.

It’s Wikipedia. Not the fucking Holy Grail. You get to choose what you consider real sex for you.

I miss you, love.

I’m waiting for you.

Girls shouldn’t be embarrassed to talk about sex.

Then whoever fucked you didn’t do it right, sweetheart.

In fact, you should stay away from any guy who doesn’t make you come at least twice before he fucks you. Keep that in mind.

I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.” I pinch my eyes again. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Even if I make you miserable?” There’s a long pause before he murmurs, “You don’t make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.

No, Lil. You're the opposite. You're my stability... my home.

All I’ve ever wanted was for Lo to be happy. I just never thought his happiness would coincide with my depression. It seems stupid and moronic, but in order for him to become healthy, he needs to stop focusing on me so he can worry about his own problems.

I never said I would be nice. I’m done enabling you, which means we’re not going to have sex whenever you want it. You’ll have to find the strength to hold out until the time is right.

And I promise, she will not only be respectful but she’ll be intelligent and know more than Connor and me put together.” “That’s impossible,” Connor tells her. “We’re the two smartest people in the entire world. You put us together, and you get a superhuman.” Rose rolls her eyes dramatically, but she’s actually smiling. “You’re an idiot.

Maybe it was fucked up,” Loren whispers. “I liked your note,” I murmur. His brow rises. “Drink up, pig?” I smile. “Yeah.” His eyes drift to my lips. “You’re strange.” “So are you.” “Good.” He leans closer. “We can be strange together.

A little bird told me you were upset.” Rose lets out a choked cry. “Are you crazy?” She places her hands on his arms that hold her face but doesn’t force him away anymore. “You’re talking to birds now?” His lips twitch into a weak smile. “I’d talk to any woodling creature if it gave me answers about you.” “Would you walk through fire for me?” she deadpans. “Yes,” he accepts the challenge. “Brand my name on your ass?” “Possibly.” “Drink cow’s blood in my honor?” “You’re so fucking weird,” he says with the biggest grin.

Now nearly naked, I pull my hand away, and he playfully folds the hem of his boxer-briefs. I gasp and he grins. “On or off, love? Your choice.” My brain zeros out into nothingness. It cannot compute his question. “I’ll take that as a you can’t handle it,” he says huskily and leaves his underwear on. No. I definitely cannot handle seeing his dick right now. I can barely handle breathing at this point.

I hold up my phone. “Non-penetrative sex,” he reads and then licks his bottom lip in thought. His eyes meet mine. “That’s not real sex, Lil.” “That’s not what this says.” I continue reading. “Outercourse. I think we had outercourse! Oh my God.

But we’re not really together, after all. We’re just two friends playing make-believe.

That’s it for today. Did I scare you off?” I shake my head. “No…actually, for the first time, I feel like I’m headed somewhere.” And I know that place is somewhere good.

You okay?” “Perfect,” she says. “Are you okay?” Her eyes slowly move to his welt. “Perfect,” he murmurs, still inspecting her state. “You know, you have pretty huge balls.” “The biggest.

I just have to ask you one question, Lily.” He glances at me. “Are all you Calloway girls this crazy?” I choke on a laugh, about to deny it but I really can’t. “Poppy’s pretty normal.” He nods repeatedly, letting this sink in.

Hey,” Lo breathed, brushing his fingers against my chin. He gently tilted my head towards him, and his parted lips looked ready to kiss me. I waited for him to close the gap between us, but instead of taking me in his arms and mimicking the film, he spoke. “In a competition between me and this...” He jabbed his finger towards the movie. “I’ll win. Every time.

Rose stares at the ceiling like oh my God. “You want to know how many times a day I question why I’m with you?” “Five times.” “A hundred.” “If you told me you were going to exaggerate, I would have picked that, but I thought we were being realistic here, hun.

He nods. “Okay, well, hate to break it to you, but sex is ten times better than skydiving.” “No it’s not,” she rebuts. Ryke leans forward on his chair a little. “Then whoever fucked you didn’t do it right, sweetheart.

And I’m trying to change, to grow beyond him, but why does that have to be a stipulation? I want to grow with him. I want to be with him. I want to love Lo without people telling me that our love is too much.

Freud is not useful. He’s infuriating and sexist and wrong half the time.” She tries to shut his laptop, and he clasps her hand, bringing her knuckles up to his lips. He gives her a light kiss before saying, “Just because you don’t like his theories doesn’t make him wrong. There’s good stuff in here.

He hates that I’m talking to Lo, but I actually feel a thousand times better. Dr. Banning must have known that he’d be the one to say the right things and in the right way to make me believe the words. He’s given me hope again. That I’ll kick this addiction. And I won’t have to be alone when I do it.

Lily,” she says slowly. “You have to let it in.” “Let what in?” “The pain.” My bottom lip trembles and I just keep on shaking my head. “It’s stupid.” “Why do you think that, Lily?” she asks fervently. “Your pain isn’t worth less than anyone else’s.

We started a fake relationship. We ended it. We dated. We loved. And then we separated. Pain, happiness, joy and hurt ricochet from each path taken and from each memory uncovered. One decision can change my life forever.

I hurry and dress. “Coming!” I tell him and cringe almost immediately. Really? I couldn’t choose any other word? “I hope not,” Ryke says, his voice so close that I picture him leaning a shoulder against the door frame.

Connor squeezes her arms lightly, and her attention returns to him. “I’ll go mingle with your mother. Take your time, hun.” He kisses her softly on the cheek and disappears inside the sliding glass doors. It’s in this moment that I realize how well Connor knows my sister. Most guys would choose to save the girl from manual labor. But Rose would rather delay any conversation with our mother.

As we go inside, I know that the future may not be so easy. I know that there will be more issues to deal with. But I can’t imagine going back to how things were. Now it’s time to start building relationships. I think I’m ready.

Connor tries hard not to break into an even wider smile and show defeat. He cocks his head to the side. “Some idiot boy gave you a wedgie, didn’t he? Give me his name; I want to talk to him.

Daisy butts in. “Hey, back off. She has a boyfriend.” Aaron snorts and says to Daisy, “Do I look like I give a shit?” “I do,” a new voice enters. And this time, I internally cheer at the sound of Ryke’s deep, threatening tone.