Monica Alexander Quotes & Sayings

When you have nothing left to lose. When there's nothing left to gain. You find yourself at the edge of the world, wishing nothing would have changed," I read and instantly got a twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"All you can do is jump. — Monica Alexander

Without you, I'm lost, fumbling and falling
Missing so much of who you were
If I could change the past, I'd take it all back
I'd turn back time, I'd take away the pain
I'd make sure I didn't leave without you — Monica Alexander

I sat up then, looking at him appraisingly, knowing that was the moment I could stop everything if I wanted to. "Maybe you should go," I whispered, as I ran my hand through his hair slowly.
"Maybe I should stay," he said, bringing his lips to mine again. — Monica Alexander

You love it, don't you? Admit it. I got you excited about football." He was gloating as he did a little victory dance.
You got me excited about something, that's for sure.
"I love it," I said, grinning back at him. I poked him in the stomach while he danced around like an idiot, feeling his taught stomach beneath my fingers. — Monica Alexander

His lack of remorse and boundaries should have been a red flag to me, but it sort of made me want to see how far I would let myself go with him. — Monica Alexander

Allow me to spell it out for you," I said calmly. "I am still absolutely terrified of marriage, but I would marry you tonight if it was a way for me to prove how much I believe that you're the guy for me. — Monica Alexander

She's right, though. I completely stole her boyfriend, and I had no qualms about doing it. I had no remorse, as I weaseled my way in and took what I wanted. You have to admit, that's kind of shitty."
Connor's arm slid around me, pulling me close, and I noticed everyone was staring. We were together, and we had gone public.
"First of all, you saying you took what you wanted is incredibly hot. Feel free to take it again anytime." His voice was low, his lips close to my ear. — Monica Alexander

Here's the deal," she continued. "You might get hurt. You might be married fifty years. No one knows what the outcome is when they take a chance with someone, but the worst thing you can do is take a chance with the wrong man. That is a mistake you'll never forgive yourself for when you finally realize it. — Monica Alexander

Fairytales are bullshit, I snapped, using the same line as he'd used on me, but I meant it. After an imperfect summer with Zack, with highs and lows and everything in between, I no longer wanted the fairytale. It wasn't real. — Monica Alexander

Great, I'm going to be white trash at my own wedding. — Monica Alexander

Have the confidence to be who you are, and allow others the courtesy of being who they are, without judgement. — Monica Alexander

I shook my head at him. "Unbelievable. You have no claim here," I said, gesturing to myself. "You have no right to be upset that I'm dating Jack. You had your chance."
"I guess I'm not as okay with it as I thought I was. I don't like seeing him with you," he said, and I wasn't sure if it was because Jack was a known player or if Jack was suddenly playing with me. — Monica Alexander

Was it worth it?" he asked me, breaking the silence.
"Was what worth it?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Taking a chance with me," he said softly, kissing the top of my head. "Not thinking, going with your gut?"
"It was the best chance I've ever taken," I said, snuggling closer to him and breathing in his familiar scent. — Monica Alexander

Everything was as it always should have been. I was in the arms of my best friend, the man I loved and the man I would spend the rest of my life with. It just didn't get any better than that. — Monica Alexander

I do love you," I said. "That's what makes this so hard. — Monica Alexander

I kissed his forehead. "You don't have to thank me. I told you, I do anything for someone I care about."
He pulled away and looked up at me. "You said you do anything for someone you love."
I didn't know how to respond to that. We were in such a precarious place. I didn't want to say anything that might scare him away or let him know how I truly felt, because at the end of the day, I loved him. It was that simple.
Instead I gave him a small smile. "I did say that, didn't I? — Monica Alexander

I don't know," I said, teasingly. "How do I know it's really you? I don't want to let a serial killer into the building. Tell me something only I would know, so I can be sure it's you."
I walked over to the buzzer, smiling as I poised my hand over the button to let him up as soon as he responded.
"The first time we kissed, we were in your bedroom at your mom's house and Better Than Ezra was playing on your iPod."
My smiled faded and my breath caught in my throat. It took all I had to push the button to let him into the building. I hung up the phone, as my heart started pounding in my chest. I felt bad hanging up, but he probably would have lost reception in the elevator anyway. Of all the things he could have said, he had to pick that one. — Monica Alexander

Will you marry me?"
I was in shock for a full ten seconds before I realized what was happening. I threw my arms around him and kissed him as hard as I could.
"Is that a yes?" he asked, when I pulled away.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" I shrieked.
His face broke into a wide smile. "Thank God," he said then. — Monica Alexander

You're the kind of girl I could fall in love with, he whispered, so softly that I almost didn't hear him. His lips caught mine again before I could respond. — Monica Alexander

You do realize fairytales are bullshit, he said. — Monica Alexander

That had been an all-consuming love that had swept me up in a torrent of emotion that had been unimaginable until I'd experienced it. — Monica Alexander

Then all of a sudden, his hazel eyes penetrated me in a way that succeeded in melting away my anger. My heartbeat quickened and my adrenaline pumped but in a different way than it had been a few minutes earlier. Suddenly it was like I forgot how to form words. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. — Monica Alexander

I don't think it's possible for you to look any sexier right now," he whispered in my ear. "If it weren't for the fact that I need this job, I might be inclined to drag you back to the stockroom and have my way with you."
I spun around in his arms and looked up into the eyes I'd missed seeing. "This is nothing compared to how sexy I'll look later," I said, leaning back against the jukebox. "If you're interested."
"Is that an invitation?"
I shrugged. "Consider it a request. No, scratch that. Consider it a demand," I said, as I locked eyes with him. — Monica Alexander

Emily wasn't supposed to be someone I thought about months later. She was supposed to be a fun distraction, like all the other nameless and faceless girls I'd hooked up with over the years. — Monica Alexander

There was a time when I knew what it was like
To live without you, to share your pain
But time moved on, and you came back
Loving me like you'd never left — Monica Alexander

When you walked away from me last night, I felt like a piece of me had left with you. All I wanted in that moment was to get into that cab with you, put my arms around you and tell you that everything was going to be okay, because I love you. — Monica Alexander

I'd essentially compartmentalized my life so I could be two different people for a while, but it hadn't worked in the end. — Monica Alexander

And just because I own a Harley, have a few tattoos and one piercing, doesn't mean I'm a 'bad boy'," he said, his eyes ablaze with conviction. "So if you figured you might go slumming this summer in an effort to try something new and reinvent yourself, I'm not your guy. — Monica Alexander

That is why I came to school here," Connor said pointedly. "I don't think I could stand being more than a few miles away from you."
"That and the football," I said, grinning at him.
He smirked back at me before kissing me lightly on the lips. "Yeah, that too, but if I had to chose, you'd win out over football any day. — Monica Alexander

But what was I supposed to do when the course I'd set myself on for so long didn't seem like the right one anymore? — Monica Alexander

I'd do anything for someone I love, I said simply. — Monica Alexander

I like you too, Zack," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder, so I could look up at him. "You've sort of had me ... enamored, I guess is the right word ... since we met."
He laughed. "You were enamored with me?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I was. It's sad, but I was completely enamored with you. I blame your eyes, and your stupid guitar playing. I'm a sucker for a guy with a guitar."
"Don't forget my kissable lips," he said, as he kissed my neck, trailing his lips down to my collarbone.
I sighed, a long, deep, satisfied sigh. — Monica Alexander

Are you checking me out?" he asked, smirking slightly. His sexy southern accent made him exponentially hotter.
I felt my face blush scarlet and instantly looked down at my lap. Then I decided that I wouldn't let that embarrass me. I was checking him out, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. The new, more confident me was pushing her way to the surface.
"I was," I said, trying to sound bold, as I took a long pull from my drink. I wasn't nearly intoxicated enough for this conversation. — Monica Alexander

I am a die-hard Red Sox fan, and yes, I dated a Yankee fan. I know I should be kicked out of The Nation for that, but I couldn't help it. He was way too charming back then. — Monica Alexander

Connor," I murmured, not sure what to say to him. We were crossing into dangerous territory, and we both knew it.
"I don't think you understand how much I count on you, Abby, how much I need you, and how much I care about our friendship. You're so important to me."
I didn't have an opportunity to respond. Before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me, and I was kissing him back, and it was everything I'd imagined it would be when I envisioned us kissing a thousand times. — Monica Alexander

I disarmed you with my smile?" I called out when he was a few feet from me, raising my eyebrows.
He turned and smirked at me. "You sure did."
"You totally snaked that from a Smashing Pumpkins song," I said, shaking my head.
"The fact that you know that is incredibly sexy."
"I told you, I'm not like most girls. — Monica Alexander

Eventually, I stopped dressing like I was a Disney character, but the desire to live the life of a fairytale princess never really left me. — Monica Alexander

I knew my words were harsh, as I enunciated each syllable slowly, but I felt like I had to be clear with him. We'd crossed too many lines that day, and it needed to stop. — Monica Alexander

I rolled my eyes at his exuberance. "I have an older brother," I said. "He got all the sports knowledge. I learned how to bake cookies. — Monica Alexander

Connor suddenly reached out and touched the side of my face with his finger, right near my eye. "You have the most beautiful eyes," he said softly, and I nearly melted.
"I'm not going to sleep with you," I said softly, feeling the need to clarify that point.
"I'm not asking you to," he said, tilting his head down slightly. Ever so gently, he pressed his lips to mine. — Monica Alexander

I didn't say anything. I just took his hand in mine, and laid it over my heart that was still pounding wildly in my chest. I wasn't sure why I did it, or where my logic went in that particular moment. Maybe I wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in the way he felt and that the kiss had reignited something in me, as well. I didn't know for sure. — Monica Alexander

I'm just glad you took me back, he said, grinning widely. Stupid grin. It made me want to kiss him, and I shouldn't have wanted to kiss him. — Monica Alexander

So maybe now I might be imagining what it would be like to kiss him again, but that didn't mean anything. — Monica Alexander