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61 " My beloved is mine and I am his. --Song of Solomon 2:16 "
― Kennedy Ryan , Hook Shot (Hoops #3)
62 " I have found the one whom my soul loves. --Song of Solomon 3:4 "
63 " When I thought of my husband, I didn’t dream in color, I dreamt in character. "
― Kennedy Ryan , Still (Grip, #2)
64 " But we are sometimes in the most danger when we let our guards down, when we let peace deceive us and trick us into forgetting. "
― Kennedy Ryan , Grip (Grip, #1)
65 " don’t mind being the villain, but between you and me, we’ll know that you want it as badly as I do. I’m just the one with the balls to make it happen. "
― Kennedy Ryan , Block Shot (Hoops #2)
66 " Hope is the gap between what if and what is, but you have to fill that gap with a lot of hard work. "
― Kennedy Ryan , Long Shot (Hoops, #1)
67 " But it’s such a rich white,” I say, forcing my lips to stay curved. “Well, this is Tribeca,” Grip deadpans. “There’s bound to be a lot of rich whites. "
68 " The heart speaks in whispers, but sometimes by the time we listen, it’s too late. "
69 " We feel the things we need to know instead of say them. With my chest pressed to his back, forgiveness, love, understanding, and tenderness transfer noiselessly between the layers of our clothes, an emotional osmosis through blood and bone, through hurt and fear. "
70 " I will kiss him a million times in our life together and never tire of it. My lips will always cling, curious and searching. His touch is an endless thrill. "
71 " Dude had serious game.” Grip laughs. “No one writes about love and sex and passion like Neruda. "
72 " He's a castle with secret tunnels and abandoned dungeons and heavy locked doors.And I'm his skeleton key. "
73 " I'm his and he's mine. "
― Kennedy Ryan , My Soul to Keep (Soul, #1)
74 " There is no place, no spot on the continuum of time that could have hidden this man from me. "
75 " I’m a mix of everything the bayou could come up with,” she continues, taking a sip of her drink. “So my cousin says I had more ingredients than—” “Gumbo,” I finish with her. We share a smile, and she nods. “So you’re a mutt like me. "
76 " The back of his hand slams into my mouth, shoving any other words down my throat. I stumble. My back hits the mirror, sending spikes of pain through my shoulder. I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul. "
77 " I’d play you at the five. If you were mine, you’d be at the center of my life. August’s words filter through tiny gaps in the barbed-wire fence surrounding my heart. That could be my place. Instinctively, I know August would put me at the center, but one could argue I was Caleb’s center, too. A dark, twisted center with the sides closing in and choking, but the center nonetheless. "
78 " Age ain’t nothing but a number.” “Please let Aaliyah rest in peace. "
79 " Electric current spears me down the middle, landing in my core. He sucks all the oxygen from the room, and my lungs desperately push breath from my chest. He studies me under hooded lids, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. "
80 " But there’s something more fragile about her this time. I’m a big guy. I’m sometimes clumsy and not always careful. Whatever is fragile about her, I’d rather die than break. "