Lauren Layne Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Lauren Layne
I don't want the guy who wanted the swan. I want the guy who wanted the duckling."
A long moment of silence passes.
Then: "Chloe, I don't know what that means."
She stomps her foot. "Seriously? Do mothers not read nursery rhymes to their sons? — Lauren Layne
You can write about relationships all you want. Get as personal as you want. Your serial dating days are over, Ms. Greene. From here on out, anything related to your personal relationships better be about me. — Lauren Layne
Jackson was a little shocked at just how much her apology meant, and surprised them both by flipping his hand over so that they were palm to palm.
She jolted a little at the contact but didn't pull away. He didn't either.
He told himself it was just a friendly touch - a thank-you for being there. For being Mollie.
But there was nothing friendly about the way touching her made his pulse quicken and his cock harden. — Lauren Layne
It's because I fell in love with this incredible girl my freshman year. Only I didn't know how to be in love, so I did the only thing I could to keep her close. I became her friend. I became her best friend, and buried all of my own feelings so deep that I didn't even recognize them, because her feelings were all that mattered, and she wanted this other guy. — Lauren Layne
As if Mitchell needed another reminder that Julie wasn't the woman for him, fate delivered.
Julie snored.
Not a cute little snuffle either, but snorts worthy of an overweight truck driver named Bubba. — Lauren Layne
No, I mean have dinner. With me. At a restaurant."
Her breath caught at the intensity in his gaze. "Jackson - "
"Don't say no."
She blinked in surprise at his cocky command. "Why shouldn't I?"
His grin was slow and sexy as he braced both hands on the door jamb and leaned in slightly. "Because I really like you in that red dress, Molls." He backed up before she could respond and gave her a little wink. — Lauren Layne
He palms my ass before his fingers explore, tracing the upper elastic of my underwear. "Georgiana. Are you wearing impractical undergarments?"
"Yes. One might even call them . . . ridiculous."
He pulls back, eyes gleaming. "I'll be the judge of that. — Lauren Layne
- What do you mean, the pizza guy? When did you order pizza? I told you on my way over that I had dinner planned.
- And that's when I called the pizza guy. — Lauren Layne
I haven't even seen the guy in full light yet and I'm about fifteen seconds away from asking if his offspring would like to take up residence in my uterus. — Lauren Layne
And if she'd thought the man was dangerous in a football uniform, he was positively lethal in a tux. — Lauren Layne
Some guys have a thing for cheerleaders," he says, his voice easy. I roll my eyes as I start tossing socks into the bag.
"Let me guess. You want to know if I still have my old uniform." He sets the picture back on the nightstand and moves toward the door. "Nah. Not my thing. But I think I could develop a thing for girls in combat boots." I spin around in surprise, wanting to see his face, wanting to know if he means what I think he means. But he's already gone. — Lauren Layne
You want to know what I remember," he said quietly, his fingers fiddling with his cuffs as he rolled the sleeves up to his elbow, his eyes locked on the view before them.
She nodded.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and dipped his head just slightly, glancing at the floor before lifting it and staring out at the night sky.
"I remember everything. — Lauren Layne
This was Stiletto magazine, not Dr. Phil. Stiletto was sex and high heels, not companionship and freaking clogs. — Lauren Layne
They were quiet a moment longer, both staring at the mermaid and her weird water-spouting nipples. Neither moved.
Mollie knew why she didn't want the moment to end. But why was he still here? — Lauren Layne
Olivia hasn't just taught me how to love. She's done something much bigger. She's taught me how to live.
And I don't want to do it without her. — Lauren Layne
The thought of Chloe changing kills me a little. She's one of the most real girls I know, and I'd give anything to have her stay that way, just as she is. — Lauren Layne
Someday, Mollie Carrington, men aren't going to need to be bribed to dance with you. They're going to fight for the honor. — Lauren Layne
If I thought Fridays were awesome when I was a full-time student, they're downright euphoric now that I'm part of the regular workforce. — Lauren Layne
This is a part of post-college life that nobody ever warns you about. Your social life is no longer dropped into your lap by virtue of shared classes and extracurricular activities. Relationships, whether with friends, family, or romantic partners - from here on out, they're going to take a lot more work. No more built-in friends at the sorority, or hollering down the stairs when I need my mom. It's certainly not going to be as easy to meet guys now that I'm done with school. It's not like I can just chat up the cute guy in econ class anymore. — Lauren Layne
You'd think they were watching gladiators," he said. "I'd be the gladiator," Sophie replied. "You'd be whatever weakling they throw in there, who gets mutilated. — Lauren Layne
I look like the troubled girl parents warn their kids away from, and Ethan looks like the homecoming king. — Lauren Layne
I've moved before I realize I'm going to, and suddenly Stephanie is in my arms and I'm carrying my fake girlfriend through the Upper West Side as she mutters threats in my ear, and even though my delicate little flower is cursing up a storm, I find myself grinning. — Lauren Layne
Of all the possible partners, I get a pit bull puppy. — Lauren Layne
smiles. "No, I'm saying find someone who you can talk to. Someone who makes you laugh. I think you'll realize that that's what you find attractive. — Lauren Layne
You should know I'm not going to save this as a memento," she said, waving the handkerchief defiantly in his face.
. "What?"
"You know, like in the movies when the gentleman hands the distraught lady a handkerchief and he finds out at the end of the movie that she's saved it for like decades as a keepsake?"
"What movie is that? It sounds awful. — Lauren Layne
Sophie's mother's voice trilled from the hallway, "William and Sophie Claire, won't you please come join us in the drawing room?" "You have a drawing room?" Will asked. "She's probably been rereading Jane Austen and decided to rename the living room. — Lauren Layne
This wasn't to say that Julie had perfected only the major, most obvious dating milestones, however. She also knew how to finesse the subtler moments - those key moments where the breath caught and you thought, Yes, this. Julie could explain every single nuance, from the toe-curling euphoria when his hand brushed yours to the tingle when eyes held for just a beat too long. And then there was her personal favorite moment: the bone-deep satisfaction when you made him laugh for the first time - a real laugh. — Lauren Layne
Contrary to the delusions in your head, you're not every woman's fantasy."
"I never wanted to be every woman's fantasy. Just yours. — Lauren Layne
I think if there was a boarding school for personality makeovers, you'd probably get a scholarship. — Lauren Layne
She makes me forget to breathe. She makes me forget everything. — Lauren Layne
No matter where I look, my walls are crumbling, and this damned girl keeps presenting me with the most dangerous element of all.
Hope. — Lauren Layne
Real love - the kind that matters - is giving your heart to someone even after he tries to hand it back. — Lauren Layne
Just that I figure at some point, some guy must have been able to make you smile. And I always wondered if it was the same guy that made you stop. — Lauren Layne
I resign myself to apologizing to the miniature goth monster. — Lauren Layne
Love is not a game, ladies. Treat it like one, and you're bound to lose. Everyone talks about the rewards of finding that one person. Nobody warns you about the pain of losing him. — Lauren Layne
I'm wishing that I had a regular family where the mom cooks lasagna and throws bagged salad into a big dented wooden bowl. — Lauren Layne
You've got it wrong." His voice was harsh.
"Jackson - "
He cut her off. "No, it's my turn to talk. You've given your speech. And I get it, Mollie, I do. Madison is your sister, and she made you PB&J as a kid when your parents checked out, and that's fine. But open your eyes. You don't owe her anything anymore. You are your own woman, and you are a woman, Mollie. You're not a kid. You're not a girl. And if I've been a complete asshole lately, it's because I'm having a hell of a time coming to grips with the fact that I want you. And fuck, Mollie, I want you. I want you so bad, I'm dying."
Mollie had never made the first move on a man in her life. She was old-fashioned like that. But she made the first move now.
She took a step forward, placed a hand at the back of his head, and pulled his mouth to hers. — Lauren Layne
I'm not proud of myself, Olivia. Not even a little bit. Do I wish I'd never let you go? Obviously. Do I wish I'd come to my senses sooner? Of course. And maybe if it had taken me only a day or two to clear my head, then yeah, I would have called. But when you fuck up as badly as I fucked up, for that long, you don't call. You don't text. You don't email. You go to your girl and beg. — Lauren Layne
I don't want to belong to anyone but myself. I don't want to live anyone's life but my own.
And I do not fit into Jenny Dawson's life. I've known it from the very beginning.
But damned if it didn't feel like she was just starting to fit into mine. — Lauren Layne
It wasn't a hard kiss, but it wasn't particularly soft either. It was just perfect. The perfect amount of sweet and hot, and...
She put her hands on his chest, shoving him backward. "Please don't mess with me. Please. Just talk to me."
Jackson's eyes shadowed with regret as he slowly released her wrist, lifting a hand to her face. The back of his fingers stroked her cheek softly. "Talk to you?"
She nodded.
"What shall I talk about?" he whispered.
"How about the fact that you're supposed to be in Houston right now? It's the only reason I came over."
"I was in Houston," he said.
"For what, an hour?" she asked.
"Probably about that, yeah." He was watching her mouth as his thumb brushed softly over her lips.
Her breath caught at the tenderness in his touch - in his eyes.
"What happened?"
His eyes flicked up to hers. "You want the full story, or the important part?"
"The important part," she whispered.
"I love you. — Lauren Layne
You're not fine, Paul," he replies. "You can barely walk. You don't leave this house unless forced to. All you do is read and mope - "
"Brood. I prefer brood. More manly than mope! — Lauren Layne
He closed his eyes. "Holy shit, Mollie, if I wanted to talk in circles with a woman, I'd have stayed married."
When he opened his eyes, she was chewing her lip, looking adorably confused, although about what, he had no idea. He did not get women. He was more sure of that these days than ever. — Lauren Layne
Bow down, peons," Lincoln said. "I'm a king among men." "Where are you coming up with this?" Cole asked him. Lincoln pointed at Jackson. "Um, hello - Jackson Burke knows my name. — Lauren Layne
I want her. But more than that, I want her to want me. — Lauren Layne
A too tight white shirt," she continued as though he hadn't interrupted, "strained across a great chest, really great biceps, and his head under the hood of the car, a little sweaty, a little messy, a lot handy."
"You sound like a pimp. — Lauren Layne
She started to step back, but he didn't let her. "Mollie, I know you're scared to death. I know you're worried about your sister. I'm half terrified myself. But we can do this. I want to do this. I want this more than I've wanted anything."
"More than football?" she teased.
To her surprise, he didn't smile back. He merely stared down at her with a stunned expression. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little rough. "I want you more than football. I love you more than that too. — Lauren Layne
That's what we do. We sex things up. — Lauren Layne
There's nothing rational about love. — Lauren Layne
Georgiana."
"What?" I snap, turning around. "What can you possibly say that you haven't said a million times already with every scowl, with every eye roll, with every you're ridiculous? You think I'm stupid and worthless. I get it."
The guy's expression is one tangled knot of emotional constipation. "That's not what I think. — Lauren Layne
You're one messed-up piece of work."
"Yeah, but you're starting to worry that you might like me," I say confidently. "Considering I also give you a boner, shit's gonna get reaaaaal complicated here in the next few months. — Lauren Layne
Sorry 'bout that," Pretty Boy says with a crooked grin. I don't know whether he's apologizing for our initial collision or for the humiliating near-miss of an inadvertent motorboat situation. — Lauren Layne
I want another chance. With you. And I don't want to just pick up where we left off, I want to start fresh. — Lauren Layne
Instead of the carefree, find-myself summer I envisioned, I'll be spending the next three months with my own life-sized Ken doll. — Lauren Layne
I have a serious lady boner for the guy I'm supposed to work for. — Lauren Layne
Ask me what else I remember."
She started to run away, but his hand touched her arm.
"Ask me," he commanded.
Emma shook her head feeling both terrified and the most alive she'd felt in years.
He waited patiently until her eyes met his. "I remember us, Emma. — Lauren Layne
I rub a hand over my face. I'm an ass. A really, really confused ass. — Lauren Layne
Jackson hesitated, licking a drop of whisky from his bottom lip with his tongue.
Mollie's stomach tightened a little, but she told herself that it hadn't. It mostly worked - she'd gotten darn good at telling her body that it had absolutely no response to Jackson Burke. — Lauren Layne
You drink whisky, hon?" he asked Mollie.
"Uh, not really."
"Well, you do now." He poured a splash of amber liquid into two crystal glasses and brought one to her before holding up his own glass.
"What are we toasting to?" he asked.
"To men being shits," Riley said.
He gave his wife a look. "I'm not drinking my own whisky to that. — Lauren Layne
You made me whole. You took a wretched, broken soul and showed him how to take his life back. — Lauren Layne
I fell in love with a boy - but it took me ten years to realize the boy never grew into a man. — Lauren Layne
Sweetheart, by the time I'm done with you, sleep will be the last thing on your mind. I guarantee it. — Lauren Layne
By now I'm done expecting a laugh from this girl, but she suprises me, letting out a little giggle that reminds me of a rainbow escaping from a mud puddle. — Lauren Layne
You hurt me, I want to say. You're my best friend. The one who's supposed to tell me I'd be the best boyfriend in the world and that any girl would be lucky to have me, not the one who laughs outright at the thought that I might need someone to love. — Lauren Layne
Chemistry is like anything in life. The more you look for it, the harder it is to find. — Lauren Layne
Stephanie, huh?" I ask, when she doesn't respond. "You go by Steph?" "No. Not Steph." she says as we cross the street to the familiar green and white Starbucks logo. "My ex-boyfriend called me that so I'm kind of over it." God, someone actually dated this cranky little midget? Then my eyes skimmed the perky cleavage beneath the tiny tank top. Right. There was that. — Lauren Layne
I pop another piece of donut in my mouth and smile. "It's fine. I won't tell a soul you checked me out."
"I wasn't - " He clears his throat. "Forget it. You're ridiculous."
I'm grinning outright now, because that's two you're ridiculouses this morning, and when he takes to repeating himself, I know I've successfully gotten under his skin.
Georgie, one; Andrew Mulroney, Esquire, zero. — Lauren Layne
Ethan glances down at our linked hands as though confused as to why he's touching me, before he finally - finally - gets his shit together. — Lauren Layne
It wasn't fair. Mollie had spent her entire life trying to do the right thing - going out of her way to do what she was supposed to, even when she wanted to do the exact opposite. But tonight her heart had betrayed her. Tonight her heart had done the wrong thing. No, the absolute worst thing.
Tonight, at her sister's wedding, Mollie Carrington had gone and fallen head over heels in love.
With the groom. — Lauren Layne
Watch out for that one, Grace 2.0 whispered. That smile will have you tucking your heart into your panties and handing the whole shebang over before he even buys you a drink. — Lauren Layne
that's one rather crucial detail we've each learned about the other person. That we'll put their needs first. Always. — Lauren Layne
Slowly, though, my fingers savoring the familiar soft skin. And then I let her go. I let her go all the way then, because she's my best friend. And because I care way too much to hurt her any more than I already have by keeping her close. — Lauren Layne
Here was a short-term kind of girl begging for a long-term relationship from a long-term kind of guy who wanted a fling.
It was movie-worthy. — Lauren Layne
after last weekend. — Lauren Layne
Not every relationship is forever, but it's easy to forget that until your own happily-ever-after goes sideways. — Lauren Layne
Do they have exercises for personality? You should do those. — Lauren Layne
What exactly did you do for exercise, Georgiana?" he says, giving me a skeptical look. "Twirl your hair?"
"If I do it vigorously, it counts as cardio. — Lauren Layne
I can't shake the feeling that Parker just told me goodbye. Not goodbye to our friendship, because that will always be there in some capacity. But goodbye to the way we used to be. The way we could have been. — Lauren Layne
He does tend to have that effect on people. They come in expecting to feel sympathetic but walk away wanting to strangle him. — Lauren Layne
Life's not easier for any of us. The best we can do is choose to get through it with the right people. — Lauren Layne
Jackson's presence in New York had everything to do with the other Carrington sister.
He'd been keeping his distance. He'd had to. But today he didn't want to. He wanted to see her. Needed to see her.
He needed Mollie. — Lauren Layne
I don't want you to go. Is that what you want to hear? You want to hear that I want you? That I need you? Because I do, Olivia. I need you. — Lauren Layne