Shaye Evans Quotes & Sayings

I've wanted to do that since you saved me." -Lockland — Shaye Evans

Ouch. What is that?"
"Water, you wimp." Humor colored his tone and when I looked up, he was smirking again, but this time it was different. He was beaming, radiating - like he used to. — Shaye Evans

He disowned me," I murmured. "Kicked me out and told me to come back when I changed my choice."
"He seriously used those words? That it was a choice?"
I nodded.
"You can't change it. Your sexuality is like your DNA. You can't cut off your finger so it's no longer there, because it is you. You're born with it - you just discover it when you mature. — Shaye Evans

What?" The corner of his mouth turned up, his white teeth gleaming in the light.
"Just thinking how hot you are."
He scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. "Thanks - but aren't all firefighters hot? I mean, we do basically live in fire. — Shaye Evans

Is it okay?"
I nodded and continued chewing. "Y-you made me my first sub."
He smiled. "You remembered. — Shaye Evans

Now," he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. "It's your turn."
"Tease. — Shaye Evans

You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?" Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree.
"No. I didn't. Why would I? I don't like banana chip, they're your favorite."
"I didn't eat them, Harper."
"Sure you didn't."
"Prove it then."
"How? — Shaye Evans

Lie on your stomach," I ordered between kisses.
He pulled away. "Why?"
"Just do it. — Shaye Evans

Why did you come out when you knew how your family would react?" I murmured, wrapping my arms around his waist. I brushed my lips the length of Lock's neck.
"Because I didn't want to hide. I hated acting like I was someone I wasn't."
"I never did thank you for that sub."
Lock laughed. "Adan, you've thanked me a hundred times over."
"I don't recall."
"Every time we're together, or when you kiss me, it's a constant reminder of how we met, and I wouldn't exchange that for anything. — Shaye Evans

Eager?"
"Just a little," I breathed. — Shaye Evans

And these don't feel a little tight?" he murmured against my ear, squeezing me through the material of my underwear. I whimpered and pumped my hips.
"They weren't," I panted.
"They feel a little tight," he insisted.
"Course they're tight," I choked. "You've got me worked up."
"And out. — Shaye Evans

Are you Colt?" he muttered, coming to stand in front of me.
"Yeah."
"I want an hour."
"Two-fifty now, two-fifty later, — Shaye Evans

The drive from the hospital to this street feels weird. It's so quick compared to walking," I murmured absently.
Cash turned his head and stared at the side of my face. "You walked to the hospital?"
"'Course." I sat back. "It's not like driving is really an option around these parts."
"No wonder you were cold. I thought you must have ridden a bike or something."
I snorted and rolled my eyes, turning my head toward him. "Do you really see me on a bike, of any kind?"
"Point taken. — Shaye Evans

A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. "You're crying?
I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze.
"I'm not going anywhere." He reached his hand out and I grasped it tightly. — Shaye Evans

How do you know my name?" I asked as he lowered his weight beside me.
"We go to the same school. And why are you hiding your face? You never do that. — Shaye Evans

Well, I still have ten fingers and toes, if that's what you're talking about."
Cash snickered, lifting his head. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Not exactly."
"There's no evidence that it ever happened. He just said to keep warm and stay out of the snow as much as possible."
"Good. — Shaye Evans

Mmm, carry me."
I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. "I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men."
"Slacker." He grinned, shoving me. — Shaye Evans

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell's screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris."
"You still have my number programed into your phone? — Shaye Evans

If you can't pay the bill, I'll pay it for you."
"Thanks," I said, and turned my head to the side. "But in exchange for what? — Shaye Evans

You saved me, again." I glanced around, thankful no one was around or they would have been staring. I felt so stupid in his arms. Small, weak, and klutzy.
The side of Brett's mouth quirked as his brows pulled together. "Again?"
"Last night," I murmured, looking back at him as he set me down beside him. "You're like a knight - always there when I need you."
"I'm no knight, Colt. Far from it - you know that."
"Robin Hood, then."
He chuckled. — Shaye Evans

You know, we can still put that suit to use, though." I glanced toward the truck and Lock's face lit up as I closed the distance between us.
"What happened to needing a shower?"
"Showers are overrated," I whispered, holding his gaze through the visor. "Plus," I turned my head to look down the hall, "Jay is down there now."
"That'd be right. Let me just hang up my hat." He was pulling away when I caught his wrist.
"Nuh-uh. Keep the helmet. I want to be with my firefighter. — Shaye Evans

Gee, you don't sugarcoat things, do you?"
"At least if I'm at a club, I won't have you pressuring me."
"No, you'll have heaps of strangers instead. — Shaye Evans

Are you sure? What about your grandmother?"
He shrugged as though it didn't matter, and a beaming smile splayed across his mouth. "I'll be out here with you when I come out. — Shaye Evans

Colt, you're going to be a nurse, not a cop. If anything happens, I'll pay the fines for you."
"Still don't need it."
"Why?" She paused for a moment, thinking. "Because you're still trying to get into Daddy's good books?"
"Shut up," I muttered, blowing my frustrations into another balloon - it grew between my palms. This had nothing to do with my father.
"From what you've told me of the guy, he's a jerking dick, Colt. I don't know why you're seeking his approval. — Shaye Evans

Careful. I don't want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You'd make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist."
"Gee, thanks," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I've always wanted to be someone's guinea pig. — Shaye Evans

Oh yeah, and how do I know that? Because from where I stand, if you hadn't stepped in, I think he might have."
He laughed. "Damien doesn't even know what he's doing. He spiked your drink because he was nervous - why do you think he backed down so easily?"
"So that makes it all okay, does it?" I snapped. "Because he was too nervous to get laid for the first time the simple, safe way? That's petty and sick..." Then something occurred to me. "But why me?"
Brett dropped his gaze to his tan suede hiking boots. He paused and tapped a toe against the linoleum.
"Brett?" I snapped, knowing he was keeping something from me.
"I may have suggested he talk to you," he murmured.
"What? Oh for fuck's sake!"
"Damien wouldn't have hurt you, Colt. — Shaye Evans

Do you remember how your mom would wrap the presents so well it'd take at least five minutes to find where you could rip the paper?"
I snorted. "Yes, and they were wrapped so much it was like unwrapping a hundred packages from morning 'til lunch. It was Mom's way of extending Christmas."
"I loved that - it always built the excitement. Just when you thought you had it, you had to unroll it. I miss her - she was like a second mother to me. — Shaye Evans

Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I've never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun. — Shaye Evans

Welcome to apartment life," Cash breathed.
"I sure know how to make a great first impression," I muttered, following Cash as he laughed. I didn't see what was so funny. I'd been yearning for that kiss for months.
"No welcome cookies for you then. — Shaye Evans

What kind of a father could do that?! It was bad enough - "
I cut him off. "Wait, what?" I snapped my head toward him, knowing my gaze was glassy, the corners of my eyes stinging with tears that had forced their way to the surface.
"How could your dad do that to you, let alone at this time of the year? And after everything with your mom - Christmas is about family."
"Wait," I sniffed, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. "You were calling my dad a prick?"
"Yeah, who else? Why are you cryin - Oh, Harper, no, I didn't mean you. — Shaye Evans

It'd take a lot more than a quick fuck to lose me, Lockland."
He smiled and nipped my lower lip.
"Plus," I murmured, pulling back, "your cock is pretty nice. I think my ass would miss it. — Shaye Evans

I don't want to see my best partner heartbroken."
"It's not like that."
"Uh-huh, sure. — Shaye Evans

Sometimes, I just want to be comforted - I don't want to be or appear to be stronger than I am. — Shaye Evans

Didn't think I'd find you here," he murmured.
"You scared me."
"Sorry. What'd you get?"
I smirked.
"Gingerbread?"
"Mmhm." I shuffled my feet, smiling. "We've got two each. — Shaye Evans

You're scared of sharing me in case you lose me?" - Adan — Shaye Evans

Do you visit all your patients?" I asked, peeking up at him.
He chuckled, and slid behind the nurses' station. He paused in the doorway of the stockroom, then turned. "Only the really special ones," he murmured, chocolate gaze sparkling as he winked and entered the supply room. — Shaye Evans

Harper?" Cash murmured after a long moment.
"Hmm?" I turned my head.
"Do you believe in Santa?"
I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. "Yeah, I do."
He adjusted his head to look at me. "Even though he's something our parents say isn't real?"
I nodded. "Yeah, definitely. There's usually some kind of truth behind stories."
He looked up to the tree then to me. "Think we can see him tonight?"
I laughed and sat up. "Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn't hurt to try. — Shaye Evans

I'll see you later," I murmured.
"Yeah." Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights.
"Love you."
"Love you more," he murmured. — Shaye Evans

I think you're supposed to mix it slowly, Casper."
I laughed and icing sugar caught in my throat. — Shaye Evans

I'm not leaving him, Sam! And I'm not waiting for the others to help. — Shaye Evans

Hmm, do you mind if I put out your fire then?" I brushed his earlobe with my upper lip. — Shaye Evans

He burst out laughing. "You look like a warm shade of Frosty the Snowman! It's all over your cheeks and nose."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah?" I swiped my finger along the inside of the icing bowl and tapped his nose. "Well you look like Rudolph. — Shaye Evans

The name's Damien," he stated, sliding behind the table. He wore an open black jacket and jeans.
"Colt."
"I haven't seen you here before."
"First time." I lifted the glass to my mouth.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
I nodded, swallowing. "Yeah. The music is great," I replied, turning my head. "Do you come here often?"
"Almost every night. — Shaye Evans

Come, Adan," Lock ordered. "Come so hard you squeeze every fucking drop of cum from my cock. — Shaye Evans

I knew," he breathed, pressing his forehead to mine, "when I developed a crush on you." My eyes flashed open.
"But we drifted apart," I whispered.
He shook his head. "I was scared of how you'd react, that my feelings would complicate things, ruin our friendship. That is why we didn't hang out much as we got older. We didn't drift apart. I pushed you away. — Shaye Evans

Sorry." I sniffed again, wiping the corner of my eye.
"Why are you apologizing for crying?"
"Because it's weak."
He scoffed. "Showing emotion is a sign of strength, Harper. Too many people hide how they feel."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because they're scared of the consequences of showing how they feel," he whispered, looking away. — Shaye Evans

At the beginning of the month I wrote a letter to Santa - I know, childish - but I needed something to hope for, even if it felt silly."
He smiled and shifted to sit by my side, winding his arm around my wait. "Wishing and hoping is never silly, Harper," he whispered, nipping my jaw.
I leaned into his hold and twined our fingers. "I had two things on it: you, and to be accepted." I stared at the black ink marking my letter in my messy handwriting.
He pressed his forehead against my temple. "You were on mine too, only, I didn't send it to Santa. — Shaye Evans

Well, it's not swollen," he stated, rewrapping the bandage, "or bleeding or leaking, so I think it's okay."
"I know. I'm training to be a nurse," I replied. "Thanks though."
"Explains the curiosity and attitude."
"What?" I snapped.
"I'm a trainee paramedic."
"Oh." I looked away, chewing my lower lip. "Right."
"There's a sense of rivalry between Emergency Medical Technicians, paramedics, and nurses - I don't know the reason behind it."
"I know. — Shaye Evans

Ah, Cash?"
"Mmm?" he hummed.
"The mesh top is a little small."
"So? It's supposed to be."
"No, I mean small, small - I can't get it back over my head kind of small," I said quickly. "I feel like I'm going to pass out."
"Hang on. — Shaye Evans

You should have followed me out! That guy could have just as easily taken advantage of me, Brett!"
"Exactly why I'm here now, making sure you're okay."
"Too bad if Chris ended up dragging me off to a gutter instead of a hospital then, huh? — Shaye Evans

Have a drink, Coughffles."
"Stop it with the names!" I laughed and coughed. — Shaye Evans