Gina Watson > Quotes

“I recently told Logan that I’m his biological father. It is St. Martin blood that runs through his veins. He’s your brother now and always. For two years I had an affair with Logan’s mother, Anne Champagne. That’s where the wrong in this story ends; I will never regret my actions with Anne. I can’t even bring myself to say I was wrong because what happened brought Logan into my life. For that I will never be sorry.” Cliff looked around the table and admitted, “I betrayed your mother and my friend, but that is my shame and mine alone. None of that extends to Logan. I feel nothing but pride in him.” Jessie felt tears clog her throat. When Michael leaned toward Logan and kissed his arm, she wanted to hug them both. Cliff turned to Logan and said, “I love you, son. I know you’re upset with me and you have every right to be, but you are my son and I love you, have loved you with as much ferocity as I’ve loved all these other barbarians.” Tears”
― Gina Watson, Shatter

“He bent his head as if meaning to kiss her, but stopped short. With his mouth hovering over hers, he said, “I want you.” Chloe gasped and her chest rose and fell rapidly. She whispered, “I want you too, but I need you to be clear on something.” Her voice was determined, and Cal was disoriented as he was yanked from the cusp of passion and thrown into stark reality. “What?” “I don’t want you making fun of me like when we were kids. I’m not a girl anymore. I enjoy sex, but I won’t ever let you touch me if you bully me like that again.” Cal was dumbfounded. He stared at her, mouth wide. Had she been harboring resentment all this time? He didn’t remember what he’d done, yet she was clearly still upset about it. He couldn’t imagine hurting her now. Had he then? He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. “Chloe, I’m sorry. I never intended to upset you. I was a child. You’re definitely not a girl anymore. I intend to treat you as the beautiful and seductive woman you are.”
― Gina Watson, Score

“Isa, I’m sorry I hurt you. Do you hate me? Truly?” Isa sat in the chair across from his desk and cocked her head as she studied him. “I could never hate you. When you left it was like I woke up without my right leg or arm and I had to learn how to exist without those parts. I am upset, mad even, that you left without a word, but that doesn’t change the love I have for you, that I’ll always have for you.”
― Gina Watson, Suited

“Oh God, he would never last. Not with her under him, over him, riding him. Not with her in his hands and eyes and surrounding his cock. It was too much. They were connected deep within her body, yet he felt as if she was inside him. And when the first quiver shook his sac, he knew he was about to come. And that’s when Brook breathlessly whispered his name. In that moment he knew, it was about more than the awesome sex they shared. He knew he would still want her with as much force even if sex were not on the table. He just needed to be with her and he needed to know that she would never leave him.”
― Gina Watson, Shameless

“I touched every secret part of you last night. You’d think the least you could do is look me in the eye and treat me like a human being. Was it not good for you then?”
― Gina Watson, Damaged

“He turned to Isa, “I’m sorry. I’m frustrated and while I couldn’t be happier for you and Cash, your closeness just reminds me that Kim and I are not.” “You have to tell her,” Isa said. Camp turned to Cash. “I agree, bro. You could be trapped in a passionless marriage for upwards of fifty years. In that case, an early death would be preferable to a life of longevity.” “Jesus. Thanks for that grim image.”
― Gina Watson, Suited

“Isa, we both love jazz, late-night takeout, trashy comedies, and big juicy hamburgers. But that’s the little stuff. We also love each other. And that’s the big stuff. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to have the family you’ve always longed for. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be a family, make a family for you and with you. I love you, Isa. I swear to you if you give me the chance, I will die sixty or seventy years from now, still making you happy. Isabela Petrovich, will you be my wife?”
― Gina Watson, Suited