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1 " What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me. "
― K.A. Tucker , Ten Tiny Breaths (Ten Tiny Breaths, #1)
2 " There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath. And he wants it. "
3 " I walk away,I walk away from the voices,the shouts,the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions,my mistakes,my regrets.I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all I cannot be.For all of it is a lie. "
― K.A. Tucker , One Tiny Lie (Ten Tiny Breaths, #2)
4 " Society is better off with me in a gym. "
5 " Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ... "
6 " Must have been some kind a nightmare.”“Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up. "
7 " No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack. "
8 " He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him. "
9 " This man was once my salvation. Now, he will be my ruin. "
― K.A. Tucker , He Will be My Ruin
10 " There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead. "
11 " What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention. "
12 " I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him. "
13 " Because you´re not a one night girl Irish.' Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline he whispers, 'You're my forever girl. "
― K.A. Tucker
14 " Because you’re not a one-night girl, Irish.” (...) “You’re my forever girl. "
15 " I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever. "
16 " Just breathe. Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them. "
17 " -the bank recently introduced a new system that automated many tasks in my role as a risk analyst and therefore my position has been eliminated; I’m an exemplary employee and this is in no way a reflection of my performance; the company will provide me with ample support during the “transition.”I might be the only person in the history of mankind to eat an entire banana while losing her job.The “transition” would begin immediately. As in, I wasn’t allowed to go back to my desk, to collect my things, or to say goodbye to my coworkers. I was to be walked down to the security desk like a criminal and handed my belongings in a box, then shown the curb. "
― K.A. Tucker , The Simple Wild (Wild, #1)
18 " Does anyone actually love their job?”“You’re too young to be that cynical.” He chuckles. “Did you at least like the people you worked with?”“Not really,” I admit. To be honest, I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to drag myself out of bed, or didn’t watch the hours pass. I loved the feeling that came as I switched off my computer and grabbed my coat each night.“Maybe being forced out is a good thing, then.” He grins at me.“Yeah. Maybe. "
19 " Four years of fussing over spreadsheets until my eyes hurt and kissing egotistical traders’ asses in hopes that I could count on a good word come promotion time, staying late to cover for other risk analysts, planning team-building activities that didn’t involve used bowling shoes and all-you-can-eat MSG-laden buffets, and just like that, none of it matters. With one impromptu fifteen-minute meeting, I’m officially unemployed. "
20 " Tossing it to a corner, he turns back to take my hand. And I’m facing the chest that I’ve not been able to dislodge from my brain for weeks. The one that instantly makes my breath hitch. The one that I’ve never had a chance to stare at so blatantly while sober. And I do stare now. Like a deer caught in headlights, I can’t seem to turn away as I take in all the ridges and curves.“What does that mean?” I ask, jutting my chin toward the inked symbol over his heart. Ashton doesn’t answer. He avoids the question completely by sliding his thumb across my bottom lip. “You have a bit of drool there, "
