Tease Melanie Harlow Quotes

I want to taste you all the time, Mia. I want the flavor of you on my tongue every fucking minute of the day. And you know it. You shouldn’t tease me by telling me you’re not wearing panties when I can’t have my mouth on you.

I love you, Felicity. I’ve always loved you. And if you’ll let me, I will love you for the rest of my life.

Some people are just bad at love, you know? They’re too selfish or narcissistic, or deep down they don’t love themselves, so they don’t know how to accept it from others.

He turned around, and his jaw dropped. “Jesus.” “Is that good or bad?” “You took my breath away. I’d say that’s good.

My problem is that I love this woman you’re talking about like she’s a fucking piece of meat. And I can’t think of anything better than having her to myself for the rest of my life. The thought of being with someone else is absurd. The thought of her being with someone else makes me want to put my fist through the wall. The thought of losing her because I’m a fucking idiot is unacceptable.

Tell me that is not the ring I tried on today.” “That is not the ring you tried on today.

People always think they know how everyone else should live their lives and make their choices, because that’s the way they did it. But it’s bullshit. There’s no one right way to do things—it’s all right in the end, as long as it gets you where you want to go. The journey looks different for everybody, and it should.

True happiness comes from our connection to others and to our higher selves. It doesn’t come from things like yachts or private jets or fancy cars.

Maybe you’re not.” I stared at her. “Huh?” “I mean, maybe the thing in your head is right. Maybe you’re not good enough for her. Maybe you’re going to fuck it up. Maybe she’ll decide you’re not worth the trouble.” I frowned at her. “You’re not helping.” “But maybe,” she went on, “maybe you risk it. Maybe you get to spend the rest of your life doing things to make every day better for her. You’ve already got her heart, Hutton. So maybe you find ways—big and small—to deserve it forever.” She tilted her head. “Doesn’t that sound like a nice way to live?

Shhh. From now on, you don’t speak until I ask a question. You don’t move unless I tell you how. You don’t come until I give you permission. Nod if you understand.

But this is all one-sided! How am I going to treat you?” He took a drink, swirled the liquid in his glass, and sipped again. “We’ll talk.

But I barely heard any of it, because for the first time, I was actually kissing the girl I’d been wanting to kiss since I was fifteen.

I’m not physically exhausted,” I clarified, sticking my hands in my jeans pockets. “It’s just a lot of work for me to be around a group of people, even people I like. Takes a lot of energy beneath the surface to appear cool and collected on the outside when your insides feel like a bunch of live wires.

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Maybe it doesn’t matter whether you need her or like her. Maybe just the fact that deep down, you know she was your mother and was supposed to love and protect you, and instead she hurt you, is enough to fuck with your head.

Maybe. But how do you ever work through the fact that your own mother didn’t want you? Or love you enough? It’s like this stupid voice in the back of my head that I can’t turn off.

Even if I did,” I said, shaking my head, “it wouldn’t matter in the end. People can love you one day and not the next. You won’t even know what you did until they’re gone.