Six Years Quotes

“That’s the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song”
― Harlan Coben, Six Years

“No, I don’t live in heartache. I don’t cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.”
― Harlan Coben, Six Years

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“ 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

“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

“Quietly, under my breath, I mumbled a name and it wasn’t the name of the girl waiting in the other room.
In my mind I pictured Brooklyn’s sounds as she came and I jerked in my hand, coming and coming.

Something had to give.”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years