Sally Thorne Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Sally Thorne
His scent is intensified in here perfectly, baked by summer, preserved by snow, sealed and pressurized inside glass and metal. I inhale like a professional perfumer. Top notes of mint, bitter coffee, and cotton. Mid notes of black pepper and pine. Base notes of leather and cedar. Luxurious as cashmere. If this is what his car smells like, imagine his bed. Good idea. Imagine his bed. He — Sally Thorne
I love him so much it's like a thread piercing me. Punching holes. Dragging through. Stitching love into me. I'll neve robe able to untangle myself from this feeling. The color of love is surely this robin's-egg blue. — Sally Thorne
I'm not bored. Can't we stay here, and I'll find something in the minibar to smear all over you? — Sally Thorne
He sits on the edge of the couch, his hair damp and ruffled in every direction. I turn the page and unfortunately a lurid diagram of an erect penis glares up at me. "I am trying to be a bit more normal." He looks at the page. "How's it working out so far?" "I'm glad this isn't a pop-up book. — Sally Thorne
So this is what sex with you would be like." I can't resist teasing him. "I was hoping you'd participate a little more." He finally says something. "I'd participate. So well, you wouldn't walk straight the next day. — Sally Thorne
Where are you actually going?" My voice rings down the empty street. "I just told you. I'm going out stalking." "What, on foot?" I come closer by another six paces. "You were going to walk?" "I was going to run down the middle of the street like the Terminator. — Sally Thorne
Joshua is glaring at me with angry eyebrows. I use my brainwaves to transmit an insult to him, which he receives and pulls himself up straight. — Sally Thorne
He did not smile back, and somehow I feel like he's been carrying my smile around in his breast pocket ever since. He's one up. — Sally Thorne
Walking together, matching our footfalls, we exit the lobby like two television district attorneys gunning for justice. — Sally Thorne
I hope it's not too forward of me to say, but your eyes are incredible, Lucy. I die when you blink. — Sally Thorne
I love the energy we create between us when we banter like this. It's the most intense sensation of pleasure, knowing he'll always have the perfect response ready. I've never known anyone like him; as addictive to talk to as he is to kiss. "Truth — Sally Thorne
The trick is to find that one person who can give it back as good as they can take it. — Sally Thorne
I tug him down to lie on me properly. "I'm pretty heavy. I'll flatten you." "I've had a good life. — Sally Thorne
He holds the elevator door open with one enormous hand and leans out to look at the weather. Then he swings those dark blue eyes to mine, his brow beginning to crease. The familiar bubble forms in my head. I wish he was my friend. I burst it with a pin. "I'll give you a ride," he forces out. "Ugh, no way," I say over my shoulder and run. — Sally Thorne
The plight of the little humans. There is no dignity for us in this oversize world. "Visit — Sally Thorne
In the privacy of my mind I can imagine whatever I want, and they aren't progressive, twenty-first-century thoughts. They're depraved, brutal cavewoman thoughts. In my mind, he's electric with the animal instinct to protect me, his heavy muscle braced over my body. He absorbs each impact and it is his privilege. He's injected sharp and hard with nature's superdrug, testosterone. I'm wrapped in him, safe from anything the world wants to throw at me. Anything painful or cruel will have to get through him before it has any chance of touching me. And it will never happen. "Alive? — Sally Thorne
I think my underwear is curling off me like burning paper. — Sally Thorne
We are adults undertaking a team-building activity in a professional capacity, so naturally we spend several minutes horsing around, striking poses with our paintball guns and making sound effects. Joshua and Sergeant Paintball watch us like orderlies at a mental facility. — Sally Thorne
Let me deal with him. If he turns up dead in the river you'll know to keep your mouth shut and provide me an alibi. — Sally Thorne
I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend. — Sally Thorne
All I want to do is kiss you until I fall asleep. I want to slide in between your sheets, and find out what goes on inside your head, and underneath your clothes. I want to make a fool of myself over you. Mr. — Sally Thorne
He taught me things in the space of two minutes that the span of my lifetime did not. — Sally Thorne
I pull back. "I'm going to have to change my computer password."
"Oh yeah? To what?"
"I-love-Josh."
"4 eva, he replies."
"You cracked my password? — Sally Thorne
Unfortunately, the next thing I say sounds deranged. "I want to know what's going on in your brain. I want to juice your head like a lemon." "Why — Sally Thorne
If you knew the kind of little miracles happening every moment you breathe in, you wouldn't be able to handle it. A valve could close and not open; an artery could split, you could die. At any moment. It's nothing but miracles inside your tiny city. — Sally Thorne
I fucking love your red. — Sally Thorne
Danny Fletcher has a cliched evening in store for you. Italian restaurant, checkered tablecloth. Probably a candle. he'll push the last meatball to you with his nose, — Sally Thorne
The thing that gets me is, when I switched to doing an MBA at night while working at Bexley, he was unimpressed. Like he'd had any kind of opinion. Like I wasn't even noticed or acknowledged enough to disappoint. But I have, Over and over, my entire life. My career is a joke to him."
I'm surprised by how angry I'm getting. I think of Anthony, his face permanently twisted into a sarcastic expression,
"He's lost something special in you, Why is he like this?"
"I don't know. If I knew, maybe I could change it. He's just been that way with me, and most people. — Sally Thorne
Immediately I give myself a little mental slap. Fishing for compliments is a cardinal sin. "Never mind, I was only joking. — Sally Thorne
Are you sure about that?" He looks down to watch my hand spread out over his stomach. I push at the hard flesh. It doesn't remotely give. "Are you wearing a bullet-proof vest?" "I've got to in this office. — Sally Thorne
The Kissing Game goes like this, Shortcake. Press, retreat, tilt, breathe, repeat. Use your hands to angle just right. Loosen up until it's a slow, wet slide. Hear the drum of blood in your own ears? Survive on tiny puffs of air. Do not stop. Don't even think about it. Shudder a sigh, pull back, let your opponent catch you with lips or teeth and ease you back into something even deeper. Wetter. Feel your nerve endings crackle to life with each touch of tongue. Feel a new heaviness between your legs. The aim of the game is to do this for the rest of your life. Screw human civilization and all it entails. This elevator is home now. This is what we do now. Do not fucking stop. He — Sally Thorne
He releases the button on my coat with the snap of his fingers. The traitorous garment flips open, as if to say Help yourself, mister! — Sally Thorne
Well, well. Lucinda Hutton. One flexible little gal." He is reclining in his chair again. Both feet are flat on the floor and they point at me like revolvers in a Wild West shootout.
"HR," I clip at him. I'm losing this game and he knows it. Calling HR is virtually like tapping out. He picks up the pencil and presses the sharpened tip against the pad of his thumb. If a human could grin without moving their face, he just did it. — Sally Thorne
I compose a reply. It is an emoticon of a smiling poo. It sums everything up. — Sally Thorne
No you don't," he tells me. He walks into the building lobby with me under his arm like a rolled-up newspaper. He even checks his mailbox. — Sally Thorne
He's not his immaculate self today. He's a little rough around the edges, probably from a few bad nights' sleep. His mustard shirt is the ugliest colour I have ever seen. His tie is badly knotted, his jaw is shadowed with stubble. His hair is a mess and has a devil's horn on one side. He's practically a Gamin today. He looks divine and he's looking at me with a memory in his eyes. — Sally Thorne
Shyness takes so many different forms. Some people are shy and soft. Some, shy and hard. Or in Josh's case, shy, and wrapped in military-grade armor. "Josh, — Sally Thorne
The energy that usually lashes ineffectively inside each of us now has a conduit, forming a loop of electricity between us, cycling through me, into him. My heart is glowing in my chest like a bulb, flashing brighter with each movement of his lips. — Sally Thorne
How somebody can't recognize their own eyes, I'll never know. — Sally Thorne
It's a corporate truth universally acknowledged that workers would rather eat rat skeletons than participate in group activities. — Sally Thorne
I look at Danny. If I'd thrown a torn-up wishlist into a fireplace, he's the guy Mary Poppins would have delivered. — Sally Thorne
So painting your nails tonight, desperately alone?" Lucky guess on his part?
"Yes. Masturbating and crying into your pillow, Doctor Joshua?" He looks at the top button of my shirt.
"Yes. And don't call me that. — Sally Thorne
Books were, and always would be, something a little magic and something to respect. — Sally Thorne
He sits in silence, and his eyes are definitely not the man I know. They're wistful, lonely, and so beautiful I have to close mine. "I — Sally Thorne
Let's put our weapons down, okay?" He raises his hands to show he's unarmed. His hands are big enough to encircle my ankles. I swallow.
To hide my awkwardness, I mime taking a gun out of my pocket and toss it aside. He reaches into an imaginary shoulder holsters and takes out a gun, putting it on his planner. I unsheathe an invisible knife from my thigh.
"All of them." I indicate under the desk. He reaches down to his ankle and pretends to take a handgun out of an ankle holster.
"That's better." I sink into my chair and close my eyes.
"You're deeply weird, Shortcake." His voice is not unkind. I force my eyes open and the Staring Game almost kills me. His eyes are the blue of a peacock's chest. Everything is changing. — Sally Thorne
I always thought you'd live underground somewhere, near the earth's core, — Sally Thorne