Tangled Emma Chase Quotes & Sayings

Remember those reserves I mentioned? Time to call them up. I pick up the phone and dial. A soothing greets me after the second ring. The perfect combination of strength and comfort, and I answer back. "Hi, Mom." You thought I was calling someone else, didn't you? Deep down - I'm a momma's boy. I'm man enough to admit it. 'And trust me, I'm not the only one. Explains a lot, doesn't it? That's the reason your boyfriend can't manage to get his socks or underwear actually in the hamper-because he grew up with mommy doing it for him. — Emma Chase

If you put two pregnant hamsters in the same cage, you know what they'll do? Eat each other. Female hormones are like undetonated warheads. There's just no telling when they're going to go the fuck off. — Emma Chase

She's whimpering ... moaning ... gasping my name.
Music to my frigging ears. — Emma Chase

Now that my head has been removed from its weeklong vacation up my ass, — Emma Chase

Much, much later, Kate and I lay in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers. A tangled mess of limp limbs and sweaty skin.
I like this part.
That may be pansy to admit, but let's be real. Kate's name is tattooed on my frigging arm. Trying to pretend like she doesn't have my balls in her purse? Really kind of useless at this point. — Emma Chase

I can take a joke," she tells me, sounding insulted.
"Yeah? When?"
"When it's not being delivered by a childish jackass who thinks he's God's gift to women."
"I am not childish." God's gift on the other hand? My record speaks for itself.
"Oh, bite me."
I wish. — Emma Chase

She screams my name, and I know she's coming.
God, I love her voice. — Emma Chase

But this kiss? This is one I won't forget any time soon. She tastes ... Jesus, I've never done drugs, but I imagine this is what that first snort of cocaine feels like, that first shot of heroine. Goddamn addictive. — Emma Chase

I told you I'm poetic, right? The truth is, I wasn't always. Not until this moment. She's magnificent - angelic - gorgeous. Pick a word, any fucking word. The bottom line is, for a moment, I forget how to breathe. — Emma Chase