TropicalMary’s 10 Quotes of the Week – Perfection

Perfection.jpg“Her hands slipped and before she could grab the window it slid down quickly into the door and if the noise that followed was any indication, cracked. She stared numbly at the empty window for a long moment before she picked up her purse, not at all surprised when the strap broke off, or when the heel on her left shoe snapped off a minute later.” (p. 8)

“He was really sick of women trying to control him through food. Not that he was going to bitch and risk losing out on his aunt’s chicken pot pie, he wasn’t a fucking moron after all, but it would be nice if women would stop using his weakness against him. The Bradford appetite was a disability, damn it and should be treated as such.” (pp. 13-14)

“Okay, so give me back my pizza,” she said, holding her hands out expectantly.

“No. You give me back my chicken tenders.”

“No.”

Something in him snapped. He wasn’t sure if it was from hunger, the embarrassment from knowing that she could hear him at night, or just the bullshit in general, but he said something he regretted before the last syllable left his mouth.

“It’s not like you need it.” (p. 23)

“”I need sustenance to deal with this, woman!” he snapped before taking a huge bite of her muffin. It took a split second before the taste hit and when it did he ran past her and headed for the small wicker trash can by her couch and spit the entire bite out, but that wasn’t enough. The horrible taste was still in his mouth.” (p. 36)

“”I knew she overre–holy shit!” he yelled, falling back on his ass and scooting away from the largest spider he’d ever seen. When it decided to come after him, he was left with little choice but to grab one of Zoe’s magazines off the neat pile near the toilet and beat the shit out of spider as Toby barked encouragingly. Even after he was pretty sure it was dead he kept up the attack, afraid that it was just a trick and the spider was biding its time before it attacked him and dragged him beneath the sink.” (pp. 140-141)

“He said the sex was incredible, but maybe that was just something he said during sex, she thought, making herself depressed. Maybe it was pity sex, she thought, horrified by the very idea. Pity sex was worse than no sex.” (p. 194)

“This wasn’t her fault of course. She’d respected their arrangement and even followed the rules that they both set, but somewhere along the line it stopped working for him. This whole bullshit situation of having sex with a woman but not sleeping with her and having to sneak into her room first thing in the morning just so he could cuddle with her and admittedly have his very naughty way with her was just too much work.” (pp. 283-284).

“I’m a hell of a lot more than just your landlord!” he said, clenching and unclenching his hands by his side as though he were fighting back the urge to grab her. “What are you then?” she demanded, taking a step towards him. “Are you my employer? My friend? Or my fuck buddy? Because last time I checked none of those titles gave you the right to come in here and demand anything!” (p. 308)

“I was actually hoping that you wouldn’t fuck this up. Zoe’s good for you,” Jason said, sitting back down and allowing the dogs to settle on his lap.

Trevor had to snort at that. “She’s not good for me. She doesn’t even come close to what I’m looking for,” he pointed out.

“No, she’s a thousand times better,” Jason said quietly. (pp. 311-312)

“What the fuck did I just do?” he whispered, wondering how he’d fucked this up and so fast. He’d treated her like shit and assumed she’d appreciate any attention he gave her. His father had been right all those years ago. He was a fucking idiot. (p. 313)

Perfection (and the rest of the NFH series) is available on Amazon.

 

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