Holt And Katie Oh My Quotes & Sayings

You saved my life."
"All in a day's work," he said, giving a little shrug.
"Should I call the nurse?" I asked.
Alarm wiped the barely there smirk off his face and stiffened his posture. He leaned a little closer, those eyes sweeping over my body. "Are you in pain?"
"We might need something for swelling," I replied. "I've never seen anyone's head grow so much so fast. — Cambria Hebert

The shirt hung to my knees.
He smirked. "You are tiny."
I stuck out my tongue at him. "You're just huge."
He winked. — Cambria Hebert

To love is to approach each other center to center. — Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin. — Cassandra Clare

Maybe," he says slowly, as if each word is an effort, "she took advantage of me. — Carrie Jones

There's a high school in Camden, New Jersey, I call the Jill Scott School. It's the Camden Creative Arts High School. Those teachers and kids are so passionate about what they do, and 98 percent of the senior class went on to college. — Jill Scott

I sit on it's edge, looking down at the man who feels like he just materialized out of nowhere. My head still swims with euphoria from the moment...a moment I was just in with one man whilst sleeping next to another. Suddenly feeling dirty, I pull the sheets wrapped in front of my body closer. — E.J. Mellow

So, Freckles," he said when I sat down.
"Freckles?" I interrupted.
"You said I couldn't call ya, Katie-cat."
I shuddered. "I do have a given name, you know."
"I don't want to call you what everyone else calls you."
"You don't?"
"Nope."
"Why?" I asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm special."
"There goes that ego of yours again." I held out my arms wide. "Big," I mouthed. — Cambria Hebert

It's no fair," I said.
He looked at me with a quizzical look in his eyes and tilted his head to the side.
"You get to touch me, but I can't touch you."
His smile was slow and sly. "Good. I don't want to share this moment. Not even with you. I'm going to be purely selfish right now, Katie. I've been longing to touch you like this since that first night you stayed here. This is my turn. Your turn can wait. — Cambria Hebert

Pam went to the refrigerator and started piling some cold cuts and cheese on the table. "Katie, honey, hand me that bread over there," she said, pointing to the counter behind me.
I handed it to her and she smiled.
"Holt, I'm making your father a sandwich. Do you want one?"
"I'm starved," he said.
"You just ate!" I exclaimed.
"You ate all my bacon," he accused.
"I did not!" I laughed, reaching in for a slice of bread and throwing it at him.
He snagged it out of the air and took a huge bite.
Holt's dad grinned. "I like this one, son. Better not let her go."
"I don't plan on it," he said, giving me a meaningful stare.
I felt my cheeks heat and I made myself busy putting together a sandwich for him.
"Katie, make one for you too," Pam said, handing me the mayo.
"Oh, no. That bacon really filled me up." I grinned slyly. — Cambria Hebert

Might I not be able to love God in the ways that Katie was loving me? A desire to be close, to be in touch, to receive strokes and caresses from the Eternal, to feel warm and safe and comfortable with God? Was this not exactly what I longed for -- the experience of stretching out, so to speak, on the breast of God, purring in contentment, safely supported by the everlasting arms? — Don Holt Jr.

I cleared my throat and looked up at him. "I'll just get dressed and meet you in the hall."
He nodded. "I'll have the nurse ready your chariot."
"My chariot?"
He shrugged sheepishly. "I thought that sounded better than wheelchair."
I grinned. "Totally better. — Cambria Hebert

You're a fireman?" I asked. "You're the one who ... ?"
He nodded. "I'm a firefighter."
"You threw me into a pool." I scowled.
He grinned. "You were on fire."
"Well, there is that," I allowed. — Cambria Hebert

I turned around and waved my fingers at Taylor. "Don't worry, I'm nothing to be jealous of. I'm just using Holt for sex. He's so good in bed."
Her mouth dropped open.
I climbed in the truck.
Holt was still laughing when he fired up the engine and backed out of the driveway. Since her car was parked right behind his, he had to swerve wide and drive on the lawn before pulling out onto the street and driving away.
Taylor just stood there and watched.
"You're a little feisty, aren't you?" he said, giving me an approving stare.
"I am a redhead. — Cambria Hebert

she fell asleep listening to the call of the river as it rushed to the sea. — Eloisa James

I tried to get my hands beneath his shirt, but because of the way we were sitting, I couldn't find the hem. Instead, the back of my hand brushed across the undeniable hardness between his legs. The accidental contact made his entire body jerk and go rigid as a groan ripped from his mouth.
"Fuck, Katie."
"I-I'm sorry," I said, my voice low and shaky.
He pulled back, staring down at me with passion in his eyes. "Do it again. — Cambria Hebert

The DCA Tower of Terror is a powerful visual landmark that looms over the park day and night. It's not just the tallest building at Disneyland Resort; it's the tallest building in Anaheim.
Amtrak travelers know they're approaching the Anaheim train station when they see the Tower of Terror looming in the distance. — Leslie Le Mon

He leaned down close, his breath fanning out over my cheek. Don't worry, Katie. I don't bite. Unless you want me to. — Cambria Hebert

Thank you," he said softly, pulling back and wiping away a stray tear on my cheek.
"For what?"
"For withstanding the heat. For fighting for your life. Because without you, everything in my life would be cold. — Cambria Hebert

When his pointer finger trailed toward my belly button, I jumped and stepped back. I was so close to the bed that my legs folded and I ended up falling onto the mattress. My shoulder screamed in protest, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out.
"I - uh ... " he said, stumbling over his words, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
I pushed up onto one elbow. "Sorry for feeling me up?" I finished for him.
He grinned. "That wasn't feeling you up. When I feel you up, you'll know it. — Cambria Hebert

You're beautiful," he told me.
"I think you are, too."
"Goodnight, Freckles." He kissed me on the forehead, his lips lingering, and then he pulled away.
I caught his arm as he turned. "Holt?"
"Anything," was his reply.
Butterflies erupted in my belly. "Will you sleep with me?"
He glanced inside his room at the bed, then back at me. "Only if you promise not to try to take advantage of me." He widened his eyes like he was somehow scandalized.
I laughed. "Please. You'd like it."
"You're damn right. — Cambria Hebert