S.P. Wilcox > Quotes

“From Wishful Thinking...Sydney's first siting of her soon to be love interest, "as I gazed across the fire the hairs on the back of my neck began to tickle and stand on end. I watched as he gripped his beer bottle with a strong, sun tanned hand. My eyes followed up his arm and even through the flames I could see strong muscles rippling beneath the thin t-shirt he was wearing. As my eyes continued up, I saw a strong jaw, big smile, deep brown eyes, and short dark brown hair, which looked freshly cut. Not too short though, just enough to put your hands through and tug a little.”
― S.P. Wilcox, Wishful Thinking

“From Our Narrative:

“Baila…I am going to kiss you now,” Reid says. I smile and nod my head in agreement. Because Lord knows I am not able to get any words out of my mouth.
As his lips reach mine and we tenderly kiss. I start to feel a pounding in my head as the blood rushes through my body, signaling more than just a regular kiss. The kiss is sweet, his lips are soft and inviting to mine. My hands instinctively reach for his chest, crumpling his t-shirt in my grasp as the kiss deepens and our tongues happily do a twisting dance. Feeling his well-formed muscles beneath his long sleeved t-shirt. I let out a small satisfied moan when we break apart to catch our breath.”
― S.P. Wilcox, Our Narrative

“From Not Another Wish-My heart was beating super super fast as I went down the escalator. Before I even hit the bottom I could see him, I swallowed really hard, my smile coming across my face. I couldn’t have stopped smiling if I tried. I started to blush, when I saw his face, god he is gorgeous. His hair a little longer, his skin not as tan, his eyes twinkling with excitement and his grin wide. He was wearing faded jeans, which made him look delicious, boots and a Yale sweatshirt. He was holding a sign, SYDNEY STANTON. I laughed as I got off the escalator, he grabbed my carryon bag and pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me, hugging me, my heart filling with happiness, this was the right decision.”
― S.P. Wilcox, Not Another Wish

“One of many yummy encounters between Sydney and Grant, “No panties?” he whispered. I smiled wickedly, “I told you...you would not get into my panties, I never said anything about my jeans!” He started to laugh and lifted me up, still straddling him, carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist to his bedroom.”
― S.P. Wilcox, Wishful Thinking

“I am not letting you go this time. I will fight for you to give me another chance. I don’t know if you are seeing someone else, or you really are as busy with work as you say, but I am not losing you again.” He lowered his head, overtaking my body with his. His kiss this time was earth moving. His lips were relentless marking me, reminding me of how wonderful he makes me feel. -Grant Montgomery-Not Another Wish”
― S.P. Wilcox, Not Another Wish