Wyatt Jessica Peterson Quotes

Choose me. Goddamn, Sunshine, I’m dying for you to choose me.

You’re not sick. You’re in love with Sally.

That day you picked me up, you said you’d be my sunshine anytime.” He searches my eyes. “What do you think about being my sunshine forever?

She holds up her hands. “Okay, okay. I won’t ask. One final piece of wisdom: people will make you happier than a job ever will.

Nah, Sunshine. That ain’t how this is gonna work.” The playful, cocky gleam in his eye is back. “You date me, you don’t drive. You definitely don’t make the plans. I’ll buy some tickets. Then I’ll come grab you, and we’ll have some of that fun you been missin’. Sounds like we have a lot of lost time to make up for.

that happiness is not success or big salaries, but community and caretaking and dating cute cowboys.

You wanna go big, I say you go big. Love your man out loud, friend. Live your best damn life out loud.

Only I don’t feel very safe at all when I pat my lap and say to Sally, “Your seat is here.

No. Just questioning all my life decisions and wondering if I should live off the grid and raise alpacas instead.” “Assuming makes an ass out of you and me, you know.” A bark of laughter escapes my lips. “An ass joke. I get it.” “I do have a nice ass.” Don’t I know it. “What am I assuming?” I ask. “That raising alpacas would be fun.” “Ha.

I’mma show you how fun is done. How it should be done.” He reaches over to put the cap back on the thermos and flashes me a handsome smile. “Hell, you’d better hope I don’t ruin you for everybody else, Sal, because I’m real good at this shit.

Checking out the cowboy across the bar, I have one thought and one thought only—Damn, I’ve missed this. Thick, tan, tattooed forearms rippling with muscle and crisscrossed with large veins—check. Stetson and a pair of broken-in Wranglers, which are topped off with a clean white tee that stretches across his broad chest and shows off his enormous biceps—check.

Cowboys are a different breed. Makes me wonder what the hell I’m gonna do when I move back to New York at the end of December.

I want to be a cowboy.” I shove my hands into my pockets. “But I also want Sally.

Sawyer peers at me. “Isn’t your nickname for her ‘Sunshine’?” I scoff. “Ha. Hadn’t thought of that.” “Move toward the light, brother. That’s all I’m sayin’.

But it ain’t my place to make that choice for her, is it? Choose me. Goddamn, Sunshine, I’m dying for you to choose me.

Don’t make me say it. You know, Sunshine. You know I wanna be your guy.

he holds on to the headboard with one hand and holds the other over my mouth. He pumps into me with a slow, silent savageness that has me curling my toes. “Make one fucking sound,” he whispers. “I dare you, Sunshine. I dare you to get us caught. What do you think your daddy would do if he saw us like this? His sweet little girl being fucked hard by her real daddy and liking it.

I might very well end up a dead man if she does. Wanting her this way—being around her—is killing me. It’s torture.

I…want to feel something. I want to feel like time has stopped and I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like I don’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, because the experience of the kiss is so freaking delicious. I want to fall into it. I just…yeah, I want to feel.

I am so fucking obsessed with you it’s not even funny.

At last, she says, “But you have to stay, Wyatt. You belong here.” “Not if you’re somewhere else.

Growing up in cattle country, you learn early that gambling is a way of life. You bet the rain will come and the rattlers won’t bite. You play the odds and hope you chose the right breed, the right time, the right pasture.

Ask me for more. Please, God, ask me for the world so I can give it to you.

He’s the one who’s the sun. The rest of us just float in his orbit, waiting our turn to bask in his warmth and attention.

His accent gets thicker when he’s flirting. I realize mine does too. Guess you can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.

I’m tight with God, and I’ll have you saying his name often. Eventually though, I’d like you to say mine instead.

Makes sense she’d have a serious jacket for those serious New York winters. Why anyone would want to live in that frozen wasteland, I don’t know.

Coldplay is on.

As a parent, I can tell you that’s all anyone wants for their children—for them to be happy. To be who they are and do what they want.

It ain’t a line if it’s true.

He’s a cowboy who cooks.

Could the tattoo

My entire being rebels at the thought of letting this girl go. Every single one of my cells screams at me to keep her here

Choose me. Goddamn

That’s paradoxically easy to forget when all you do is try to fix the world and the living things in it

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