Maggie Sweet > Quotes

“In the morning I want to see if my car will start.” He shook his head. “It won’t. All the oil ran out through a tiny hole in the oil pan. The engine overheated and the pistons froze up. Your car’s fucked.” “Shit. None of my dashboard lights came on.” “No? Oh, that’s probably because I disabled them.” “What?” “Yeah, I removed a few fuses, right after I drilled that tiny little hole in the pan.” She stared at him for a long moment as her thoughts spun in utter turmoil. “You vandalized my car?”
― Maggie Sweet, Wrecker

“Why didn’t you just ask me out? I…I had a crush on you. You probably knew that.” He took a few more steps, closing in on her, deliberately crowding her. He smirked. “A crush?” She retreated and bumped against the wall. “Yes. Didn’t you have one on me?” “I’m thirty years old. The last time I had a crush I was in eighth grade. What I had for you was no crush. I wanted to strip you down, tie you to my bed and keep you there. Do dirty things to you. That’s what I wanted. But”
― Maggie Sweet, Jack

“Slowly he lowered to whisper in her ear. “Walk or carry.” His breath on her neck sent shivers across her skin. “What?” she breathed. He brushed his lips across the curve of her neck. “You can either walk or I can carry you out of here.” She tried to will her hands to push him away, to keep him from unraveling her thoughts or crushing her defenses. He would take her back to the house, undress her, murmur sweet or dirty things and she’d fall completely under his control. Even”
― Maggie Sweet, Jack

“I literally feel pain bouncing around my ribs like a caged, injured bird.”
― Maggie Sweet, Will