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The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2) QUOTES

The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2) QUOTES

1 " A smile doesn't always mean you're happy." I shrugged and looked away. "Sometimes it just means you're ready to face whatever comes. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

2 " I hear doghouses are total aphrodisiacs."
I laughed aloud, even as a small shiver ran down my spine. Thus was the power of Justin Carter. I looked into his eyes and said, "With you there, hell yeah they are. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

3 " Hi, I'm Justin." Then, unable to help myself, I shot Peyton a sly grin and added," Or, as someone people like to call me, "Baseball Stud. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

4 " If this was her idea of flirting, she must have a lot of older brothers. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

5 " Frustration widened her eyes, sparking them with fire. "I don't want to be with you so I can write our names together on a bathroom stall, Justin! I don't care about popularity or rubbing it in girls' faces. I want to be with you because you make me laugh. Because you're confident and smart and you actually see me." When she heaved a sigh, warm breath fanned across my lips. "Because when I'm with you, I remember how it feels to be alive. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

6 " My opinion? I’m discombobulated. Before dinner = fully combobulated. Now = completely and totally without combobs. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

7 " A smile doesn’t always mean you’re happy.” I shrugged and looked away. “Sometimes it just means you’re ready to face whatever comes. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

8 " A musical laugh sprang free, her happy smile trailing behind, and I was in heaven. “Until you,” she agreed. She squinted one eye and added, “Though you should know, I’m probably gonna be really, really bad at it.”
The expression on her face said she honestly believed it, and I couldn’t wait to prove her wrong. I leaned close to her ear and whispered across her skin, “That’s impossible.”
Peyton’s breath caught in a gasp, and I angled back to see her face.
That’s when the moment changed.
Sounds of the emptying baseball field fell away. The cool air around us kindled. The soft smile on her face faded as she looked into my eyes, shifting her gaze between them to see what I’d do next. Part of me wondered the same thing.
I’d kissed dozens of girls before. Some I wanted, others purely because I was bored. But I’d never felt anything like this. Anticipation. Want. Fear. Unlike any other kiss I’d ever shared, this one needed to be epic. Girls remembered their first kiss for the rest of their lives, and I had to leave Peyton with something good to cling to later… when I inevitably screwed everything up.
Gauging her reaction, I slowly lowered my head and watched her soft lips part. Adrenaline surged through my veins at the swipe of her tongue. She nodded once, silently giving me permission, then closed her eyes.
Inhaling the scent of sunflowers, I kissed her. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

9 " Listen, Jutsin.” I released a breath and straightened to my imposing "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)

10 " Geez, where's the fire? Something happen at school? Another failed run-in with Baseball Stud?"
Peyton choked and sputtered beside me, but Faith continued despite her distress. "I already told you what you have to do. Find out whichever locker is his, stake it out, and when that Diamond Doll floozie leaves his side, offer to be his bat girl instead."
She giggled as she said it, wiggling her eyebrows for innuendo, and Peyton's face blazed five shades of red. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face if someone paid me to.
As Peyton's mouth opened and closed like a fish, I leaned close to her ear, inhaling the intoxicating scent of sunflowers, and murmured, "I'd love it if you did that. "

― Rachel Harris , The Natural History of Us (The Fine Art of Pretending, #2)