August Jones > Quotes

“I want to make a mural of his scars. Paint it on my bathroom wall and try to make sense of them because I bet if I stared at them long enough, I’d have an epiphany.”
― August Jones, The Muse's Undoing

“He cared for my body with his hands and his time, but I credit the simple fact of his presence with the fact that I was able to regain the mental strength to go back to work. He held me together when I was in literal pieces, and I’ll never stop missing those days when I could reach back and find his hand any time I needed it. He was my silver lining.”
― August Jones, The Muse's Undoing

“You don’t have to ask, Fischer.” He sounds exasperated. “But I am asking.” “Why? You think now, all of a sudden I’m gonna say hey—this is weird, stop trying to snuggle up to me? If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be here.” My breath stills.”
― August Jones, The Muse's Undoing

“My body has never needed anything this much. I want to be all over him. Consuming him. It feels like coming home after years abroad. That he’s allowing me this—I could kiss his feet.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“It’s rarely a relief when I see someone I know. I burn bridges like they’re meant for kindling. But it’s not the cute redhead Lisette who’s got me immediately turning my head back to my paper and pressing a thumb beneath my watch on the pulse point of my wrist in an effort to will myself to remain seated and show no fear—no emotion of any kind. Because it’s him. The golden boy of Thousand Oaks High. The best friend I couldn’t keep. The bully of my worst nightmares.”
― August Jones, Finance Bros

“Do you dance?” “No.” “What, never? Not even at home in your underwear while you’re waiting for the microwave?”
― August Jones, Gym Bros

“In a way, I’m glad to see her moving on with her life. I only wish it could have been with me. I suppose I still have her in all the ways that count. Yet, I miss her every day.”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“You need to make a confession?” “Forgive me baby. I need to sin.” “Fuck yes, you do.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“She wears kitten ears, she purrs and rubs her head against my leg and makes little biscuits on my chest when she sucks my cock.”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“The man I swore I’d move heaven and earth never to see again. Definitely not the love of my fucking life. My former stepbrother.”
― August Jones, Finance Bros

“See you around, Senator.” “I love you, too, Silas.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“It makes him obnoxiously interesting. More so now that I know he’s not opposed to messing around. He’d be a perfect rebound. I’ve”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“Maybe hate isn’t the right word. I resent him for making me want him the way I do. I resent him for being irresistible.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“He tastes so goddamn good. Dark and woodsy—coated in salt. No wonder my mouth is watering. I’m starving.”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Silas,” I say, holding out a hand for him to shake. “Graham,” he says.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“The problem with me is, I think I am still in love with him. I think, in fact, that I am so fucking in love with him, I can’t see straight. He’s a fucking mess, and I love it. I’m crazy about it.”
― August Jones, Finance Bros

“I live my life with the full understanding that things could fall apart at any moment.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“Then stay,” he says simply. The word sends me reeling. “I ca—I…” “Won’t. You won’t. I already know that. But don’t say you can’t. It’s worse than an empty apology.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“This video was a one-way ticket back to me, and he’s using it to shove himself deeper into the closet and deny we ever existed. Devastated doesn’t even begin to describe it. I will never fucking forgive him for this.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“Sex and control are how I’ve coped with feeling like half a person. My muses have helped me through some of the rougher times. They offer sex with passion, which feeds my obsessive tendencies, but it’s all in the name of my art, which is an extension of me, but not me.”
― August Jones, The Muse's Undoing

“Mmm…” The sound slips out as we continue to kiss gently and slow. It’s perfect. Possibly the best thing I’ve felt in years. Almost in as long as I can remember. His taste is like nectar he’s feeding me, and I accept the delicious flavor of him. So new. So enticing. So fucking hot, it’s unbearable.”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“This isn’t my first time at the Plaza hotel, and I doubt it will be my last. It’s cliché as a choice for a meeting like this, and always fails to capture a mood, but it’s a favorite of rich tourists, and the staff here don’t ask questions.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“Please, baby, come to bed. I really fucking need you.” Not only can I not say no to this man, I don’t ever want to. When the man you love says that, you do whatever it takes.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“It’s extremely quiet in here, ten floors up from Manhattan with only my breathing and pounding pulse filling the void.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“I’m getting married tomorrow.” “Congratulations.” He shakes his head. “It’s not a real marriage. Do you know Avery Keene?”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“It’s exactly that deep,” he says, his eyes darkening with an intensity that I swear I feel in my balls. “Everyone has limits. Soft limits that can be tested and hard limits that can’t be touched.”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“What are the chances that some random person would recognize me, especially once I swallow Silas’s dick and bury my face in his groin? It’s the perfect disguise.”
― August Jones, The Liar's Reckoning

“He turns me the fuck on. Drunk or sober, behind his desk or slumped back in a booth—he makes my heart beat faster—and it’s not fading with repetition. It’s only getting more intense to the point where I could barely look at him today when we were supposed to be working. Every move I make reminds me of last night—my backside is still on fire—my asshole aches and keeps twitching randomly, and each twitch puts a thrum in my balls that makes me warm and needy.”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Listen—for a scene—two drink limit,” I say. He scowls at my random interjection. “Just putting that out there while I’m thinking about it.” “Okay, Dad.” “Ooo…definitely not that,” I say, fighting the urge to cringe. “Too close.” “I feel like I need to call you something besides Gibson.” “What’s wrong with Gibson?”
― August Jones, The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Even if he does see me as a needy little brother, I consider him my best friend, and maybe a too frequently indulged fantasy.”
― August Jones, The Muse's Undoing