Top 100 Kylie Scott Quotes
#1. With great breasts come great responsibility.
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#2. Life is hard. Terrible things happen. We all have feelings. We're all just flesh and blood, trying to do our best.
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#3. Ben was a man living his dream. As if anyone could compete with that. Maybe he'd liked the idea of me. Reality was, however, there'd never been room for me in his life.
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#4. It was almost funny, to be making this mistake. She was too old for this shit. Crying was for pussies. Making a mess of herself served no purpose at all. Now was the time to toughen up.
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#5. My heart had made its decision and there was no going back. Still, it was hard not to be all bitter and betrayed over his announcement. I didn't even have the luxury of being able to get blind rotten drunk. And believe me, dealing with all this sober sucked.
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#6. The anger or tension or whatever it was disappeared from his face and he gave me a thoughtful look. He didn't smile. Didn't even come close to it. But for just a moment, I wondered what it would take to make him. Curiosity was a killer.
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#7. Mal!"
"What?"
"Close the door down there and lock it," David yelled. "Don't you come up here under any circumstances. Not till I tell you it's okay. Understood?"
There was a pause then Mal yelled back. "What if there's a fire?"
"Burn.
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#8. I was only twenty-five, much to young to die. Probably about the right age to become a complete hypochondriac, however.
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#9. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wouldn't give up a second with you for all the months of being lied to and manipulated by him, as insane as that sounds. That's all. The end.
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#10. Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good night's sleep, but much too early to start the day.
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#11. But how the hell was I to know Ben would bring along a gynecological psychic?
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#12. Fuck's sake." Vaughan hefted me up, holding me closer. "No one in this town respect property rights anymore?"
"You should really lock your doors," I mumbled, giving up the struggle. "Windows too." He grunted, unamused.
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#13. You're dying to meet my needs. You can't look away from my luscious half-naked body. The minute I opened the door you were pawing at me. It was like you were in heat or something.
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#14. your dark parts don't scare me, Jimmy. They never did.
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#15. It's not fair that you remember and I don't."
"No," he said, his voice hard, cold, in a way I hadn't heard it. He looked over at me, jaw set. "It's not fair that I remember and you don't, Evelyn.
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#16. Why are you here?" I reached back behind my head and grabbed his wrists, stilling him. "Ben?"
"Because apparently I'm shit at staying away from you."
"Then I guess we have a problem." Our fingers meshed, holding on tight.
"That's putting it fucking mildly.
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#17. There was dick as far as the eye could see. And
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#19. If she means something to you, you gotta do the woo, son. You can't just be trying to stick it in.
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#20. None other than Malcolm Ericson, drummer for worldwide renowned rock group Stage Dive, had somehow shacked up with my sister. My quiet, calm, color-within-the-lines-or-else sister.
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#21. You're a friend of Ev's and Lauren's. We talked. I tackled you. We rolled around on the floor together. It was a real bonding experience.
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#22. You asked me this morning in the car if I thought you were scary. The answer is yes. You scare me shitless. I don't know what I'm doing here. But I hate the thought of leaving you.
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#23. She's the girl you put a baby in, asshole. And if she's been going through half the shit Lena's been dealing with, then you are just about the lowest cunt I've come across in a long time for making her do it alone.
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#24. It couldn't have been Eric. I'm pretty sure he couldn't even find a computer's on switch, let alone write actual emails on a regular basis. It took him forever just to learn how to spell his own name." Eric
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#25. When something is no longer working, changing your plans is not giving up. It's not failure.
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#26. Louise." He eased back, cupped her face and kissed her slow and hot and easy. Over and over and over again. Loving how he could. How she let him. "It's all right. We don't have to ...
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#27. Outside, with the exception of the occasional horny bug sending out its booty call,
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#28. Wait. Are you actually suggesting that any woman who doesn't kiss your ass must therefore be gay?" He shrugged. "And you wonder why I must insult you.
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#29. You know, I honestly can't decide if your ego is repulsive or just impressive.
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#30. No wonder people took sex so seriously, or not seriously enough at all. Sex addled your wits and stole your body. It was like being lost and found all at once.
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#31. He smelled faintly of soap, a little musky, perhaps. Warm wasn't something, I'd ever registered as having a smell before, but that's what David smelled of. Warmth, like he was liquid sunshine or something. Heat and comfort and home.
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#32. What do I do?"
"Give me a chance to catch up."
I just stared at him, trying to keep my cool. Took two to tango, yada yada.
"I'm serious." His shoulders heaved up and down. "Just give me a chance to catch up and I promise, Lizzy, I will have your back.
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#33. They're mocking us," I said. "Nonsense. We just fucked so hard we broke your bed. They wish they were us. The natural order of sexual status has been restored.
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#34. But what was truly upsetting was the way he separated my hands from his body. They wept silently. Either that or I was sweating. Most likely the latter. He had the weirdest effect on me.
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#35. Why does it always come down to sex with women in the media?
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#36. It's fate, Anne. Written in the stars. Leave it the fuck alone.
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#37. You're giving him a place to belong, things to plan for, a life outside of all of this. Idiot didn't even realize he needed it, but he does. You're grounding him. No one else has given him that in a long time.
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#38. I'd broken into his house, but he'd somehow broken into me, cracked me wide open, exposing me to so much more of life than what had existed before. And
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#39. The first male to pee on me, however, would pay with his balls.
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#40. You sure no one hit you?" He did not sound convinced.
"Yes. I lose my grip and hit the floor when I was climbing in the window. My home invasion skills need work."
"I'd suggest you try a different career path.
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#41. Don't hate me, Lena," he whispered. "You want to be mad at me when I do dumb things, that's fine. But don't ever hate me. I couldn't take that, not from you.
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#42. Can't stop touching you," he said.
"Please don't."
"Why the hell haven't we been doing this before now," he whispered in my ear, breathing heavy.
"Because we're idiots?
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#43. Nell, I hate to be the one to have to tell you this. But your brother is hot. Like smokin' hot. Honestly, it's kind of impossible to have a vagina and not look." She
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#44. You kidnapped a girl. That's awesome but illegal, Davie. You're probably going to have to give her back." My hair was lifted and Mal appeared, crouched beside me. "Hey there, child bride. Where's my hello kiss?
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#45. That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.
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#46. How far did we go that night?"
His gaze dropped to the neck of my tank top and the curves of my breasts. "Second base"."
"Shirt on?"
"Off. We were both topless. Topless cuddles are best." He watched as I absorbed the information, his face close to mine.
"Bra?"
"Absolutely not.
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#47. God, I hated people who smirked. Apparently, I also wanted to lick them all over ...
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#48. I'll sleep with Anne."
"No, you won't."
"Yes, I will." He raised a hand high. "For I am, Malcolm, Lord of the Sex!
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#49. Trust me, never mock a romance book," said Mal with all the zest of a manic street preacher. "You have no idea the amount of good they can do for you between the sheets and on the streets. If you love you girl? Buy her books.
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#50. Hands down, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I can pretty much feel my legs just falling wide open for you right now.
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#51. Why can't you give me a straight answer?"
"Why can't you ride me like a pony?" He scowled straight back at her, unrepentant. "Don't pretty girls like ponies? I thought they did.
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#52. Life could be a strange and beautiful thing sometimes. Other times it was just a disaster. But sometimes beauty won out.
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#53. I placed my hand on his chest. "You don't need to worry about Reece."
"I know, I know. He's nothing compared to my magnificence." His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. "But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?
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#54. I stared at him, memorizing every detail for a later date, when I didn't want to burn him down or burst into tears.
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#55. You are a constant fucking delight. I don't think anyone could ever doubt that.
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#56. Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don't have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.
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#57. Dicks don't have brains. It's why men get into trouble
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#58. Feeling a little emotional, huh? I petted his hair. That's okay. It was an emotional blow job.
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#59. David had apparently been busy writing more songs about the glory of doing his wife.
Ah, true love and stuff.
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#60. You can't affect what people think Lena. THey wanna think the worst, they will. I'm not wasting energy trying to make everyone happy. I have enough on my hands just keeping my own shit together.
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#61. apparently someone had diddled away their shift at the prophylactics factory and here we were. Pregnant.
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#62. His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn't be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I'd have swooned perfectly fine without them.
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#63. Then his lips curved into a small droll smile. And that smile? It was lovely. Wonder
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#64. Anything with the ability to reduce my world-weary husband to a stammering mess while giving him such pleasure deserved a serious time investment.
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#65. Why don't you go back to LA?"
"My wife lives in Portland.
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#66. Plus, you'll be healthier. Everyone wins." "I'm healthy. I eat fruit." "In pie doesn't count.
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#67. What's under here?" He toyed with the hem of my shirt.
"You've forgotten already?"
He dragged my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. "Oh, breasts. Best present ever. Thanks, pumpkin.
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#68. Then Mal let out a loud wailing noise. I hate it when mommy and daddy fight!
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#69. Men sucked more than any known creature.
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#70. Sometimes hiding really was the best response if you hoped to have any dignity left come morning.
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#71. I'd kind of already been expecting the worst, to be in this alone. Now I knew. Twice he'd disappointed me; this couldn't be a surprise. Nothing had changed, not really.
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#73. At least I had my memories of him bare ass naked to keep me happy in the meantime. And trust me, there was real happiness to be had in having seen this man naked. My dreams had better be full of him, or I and my subconscious would be having a serious talk.
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#74. I needed Malcolm Ericson in my life right now. Hell, after the last seven years I needed him. He brought out the sun. "Yeah," he whispered. And then he kissed me and ruined everything.
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#75. Seriously, honey," I said. "Your manners are appalling. Go fuck yourself.
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#76. Mother of God, it's huuuuge!" "I know." "No, seriously." "I know." "Fuck me. I think I'm about to pee myself
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#77. Last chance." He rolled out his big pink tongue like a dog. Though that was probably being mean to dogs. In all likelihood, canines showed more discretion. "Thee? Iths really long.
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#78. You can have my time, and you can have my attention," he said, words slow and deliberate. "Sweetheart, you can have whatever the fuck you want, I promise. Whatever you need. No more holding back, no more fear. And if you still feel you have to get on that plane tonight, then we're doing it together.
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#79. People with low self-esteem fear love. (Yep. Psychology degree rears its head again.) They doubt another person's ability to appreciate them, because they don't see the worth in themselves.
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#80. I thought that one was going to hit me," I said, watching the disappointed girl stalk off into the crowd. "Being your girlfriend is dangerous."
"What can I say? I'm a magnificent specimen of manhood. Of course they all want me. But I do appreciate you protecting my honor.
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#81. How great it would be to have him as the last thing I saw each night. To wake up to him every morning, lying by my side.
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#82. I married you, Evelyn, because you made sense to me. We make sense. We're a whole lot better together than apart.
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#83. You're going to end up like one of those crazy cat ladies with your apartment smelling of piss and regret.
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#84. [He] carefully put a funky-looking pair of reading glasses on her. "There we go. How are they?"
She blinked experimentally, peering around the room. "Good, I think. Thank you."
"Wear them the next time we f***. That would be thanking me."
"Aww. You say the sweetest things."
"Don't I?
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#85. I'm going to kill you."
"Babe, calm down," Vaughan whispered in my ear.
"Let me go."
"Don't think that's a good idea. You wanted to stay out of jail, remember?"
"I want to kill him more," I panted. "Much, much more.
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#87. That was not nice. Stop and think. I have done everything possible not to hurt you. I only want to talk to you. You've shot at me, scratched me, kissed me, and now you start biting. Apologize.
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#88. I stared at his cock, mesmerized. Even encased in rubber it remained a thing of true beauty. Had I any talent with a pen, I'd have written it poems. A haiku perhaps ... I was hypnotized, helpless. Cock-struck.
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#89. How'd you get through yesterday, though?"
"Running away, you, sarcasm, violence, and last but not least, tequila.
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#90. I'm pretty damn sure Dante meant to make weddings one of the levels of hell and just forgot.
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#91. You are aware that a healthy portion of the vagina-owning population wants to do you? Don't even get me started about the penis-wielding people, because there's quite a few of them into you as well.
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#92. I shoveled popcorn into my mouth, watching him instead of the posters.
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#93. I'm not going to give my love a set of flimsy fucking brushes, am I? Only long, hard, phallic shaped things will do for a girl of her appetites.
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#94. We've broken my bed," I said, stating the obvious.
"In battle, sacrifices must be made, pumpkin.
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#95. He never had been good at going without sex. Previously, there had
never been a need to. Nearly nine weeks into the celibate lifestyle,
and he found it as overrated as getting shot had been.
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#96. I don't need to conform to your ideas of beauty
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#97. Love was truly one of life's mysteries. That it could fuck you five ways to Sunday and still remain so utterly perplexing and unknown was kind of impressive. I guess it all depends on how you look at it.
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#98. Every day
Same train
Empty seat
He sits
We talk
We miss our stop.
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#99. It will never belong in a Hallmark card, but I drove a car into a house and killed a man for you. You chained me up for days and I still wanted to come back and talk over our darkly sordid, slightly kinky, and a lot warped relationship. Face it, you're stuck with me.
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#100. You know you can fly. If you can't, imagine the thrill of the fall.
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