Stephanie Witter > Quotes

“I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“With you and me, I don't know what anything means. We're pushing each other away and yet I don't seem to be able to let you go.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“I want him and even if it's frightening, even if I may not be completely ready for a relationship, I want him. Now... And tomorrow, and all the following days.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“He gently sucked on my lower lip, biting it carefully with his teeth. It sent tingles all over my body and I had to hold on to his strong shoulders, firm under my fingers. I opened my mouth and tugged once on his lip ring. What happened next was the best sound I had ever heard before. He groaned so deeply that I couldn’t keep my answering moan quiet.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.
"There's nothing to say."
He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“His grip on my shoulder tightens. His other hand behind my head caresses me softly and I sigh.
"Touch me, Skye."
His voice is rough, almost sounding like a groan.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“Wow, Skye.” He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn’t react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. “Okay, I’m going to sit on your friend’s bed.” He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense I’m trapped and I don’t like it. I don’t want to ever feel like that again.

“You should go,” I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper.

He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I don’t drink mine. I don’t even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. I’m having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair.


“Can I say something before I go?” he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure I’m able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. “I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“At this very moment with my girl in my arms, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do for her, for us. — Duke”
― Stephanie Witter, Fix Up

“Art was my little private pleasure. Nobody had seen my art, not even my parents. Andy didn't know about it. My dream was to become a publisher, not an artist lost in New York.”
― Stephanie Witter, By My Side

“Take a table and I’ll join you in a second.’’
When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing.
I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn't my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little scar on his left eyebrow. It was Gabriel Green, known to me as Gabe the douche bag. Great!”
― Stephanie Witter, By My Side

“Love doesn’t conquer all; it’s a powerful tool to overcome everything because it means you’re not alone.”
― Stephanie Witter

“I love you, Skye. You’re in my heart, in my head, under my skin. You’re my present and my future.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“He tilted my head up with his index finger. Tingles spread on my skin. "Pain, obstacles, betrayal and all shitty things that happen in life shape everyone, just as much as good things do. Don't regret anything if in the end you can say you're an amazing woman.”
― Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B?

“It's fine, but don't ask me to strip again or I'm going to wonder what your intentions really are.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip in and taste him. I needed a taste, needed to complete this fantasy of mine.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Maybe Duke was just the kind of person you don’t keep in your life, but the kind of person that changes your life forever.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“Don't see me as a girl. See me as a buddy of yours or something."

He cast his eyes downward and didn't look back up to my face. I looked down and groaned. Such a guy.

"My buddies don't have boobs, as far as I know."

"Because you felt them up to be sure?" I chuckled, against my better judgement.

Once again, his mouth dropped open.”
― Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B?

“He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.’’
“You ruined me.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I’m a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I had nothing to give him beside myself and my heart and he denied me.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Why are you looking at me like that?’’ he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip.
“No reason.’’ I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted.
He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be blushing. “You shouldn’t touch a man like that in the morning,’’ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Don’t cry,’’ he breathed out so very close to my face. Just a little closer and I’d feel his lips ghosting against mine. “It’s like a punch in my guts when you cry.’’
“You shouldn’t touch me,’’ I said, but despite my words, I didn’t try to move away from his touch. A tear ran to my upper lip and I tasted it with the very tip of my tongue. Nolan’s eyes darkened when he followed it, not straying from my mouth. I could see goosebumps over his skin on his neck and on his forearms. “Nolan?”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Maybe I shouldn't trust him after all, just like he doesn't seem to trust me fully. Shit, is it always so hard to get close to someone?”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“I said nothing in my texts. You came up with your own conclusions and you were mad thinking about me being with someone else…’’
“Stop,’’ he said, his jaw tightening.
“Touching another man…’’
“Stop it.’’
“Sleeping…’’
He ran to me and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me once, not hard, but enough to make me stop. “Quit it,’’ he whispered, his voice deep and dark.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. —Nolan”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.”
― Stephanie Witter, Patch Up

“I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“Weird or someone with mouth diarrhea. Depends on people's point of view,”
― Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B

“ Will you have any regrets once she’s dead?

Brooklyn’s question and her voice echoed in my head as I watched her walking to her house, her hips swaying tantalizingly at every step. A heavy weight fell on my shoulders because I didn’t have to ponder that question to find the answer.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years