Nicole French > Nicole's Quotes

“Are you serious? What did I say that was racist? Is he not from a shitty part of town? Is he not a FedEx guy? Is he not twenty-six?” “Just because his family doesn’t have money doesn’t make him a thug,”
― Nicole French, Bad Idea

“He believes in me when I’m not sure I can. He assures me, again and again, that I’m stronger than I feel.”
― Nicole French, True North

“What do you do when just looking at someone renders you completely and totally awestruck?”
― Nicole French, Legally Yours

“FedEx guys can be dangerous too.”
― Nicole French, Bad Idea

“If you had asked me two years ago if I believed in soul mates, I would have said no. But here is a person toward whom, from the start, every cell in my body seemed drawn. I just don’t make sense without him. And I don’t want to, either.”
― Nicole French, True North

“What do you know, Cinderella?” he said with a smirk. “Looks like Prince Charming came with both shoes this time.”
― Nicole French, Legally Yours

“We passed one couple who were practically horizontal over the pier railing. They didn’t stop. I bit my lip as we passed, trying to ignore the ache flowering in my lower belly. It had been humming there all night.
“Remember when that was us?”
Eric was watching the same couple with…was that longing in his gray eyes? He chewed absently on his lower lip for a minute and squeezed my hand a little harder.
“A bit, yeah,” I said. “We had a little more style, though. You were never one for PDA, to start.”
“I had you in that alley in Allston once. Behind the bakery, remember?”
“Had me? What am I, a pastry?”
The right side of his full mouth tugged up in a smirk. “What do you want me to say? I pounded you like bread dough?”
“I believe the term is ‘fucked,’ sir,” I proclaimed. “It was a shag fest.”
― Nicole French, The Hate Vow

“Once upon a time,” I said as I slowly drifted my mouth around the edges of his lips, “you used to know how to quiet this crazy mind of mine. You knew how to own it. Did you forget?”
Eric was a statue, but his eyes were stars. “Absolutely not.”
― Nicole French, The Hate Vow

“Can’t quite keep your cool anymore, can you, Petri?” I jabbed back, before nipping his lip.
Eric yelped, but delivered each kiss, bite for bite, bruise for bruise. His hands flew everywhere. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, Jane.”
“You look like the dad from Full House.”
Another growl. “You look like a Powerpuff Girl fucked a Betty Boop impersonator.”
I yanked on his tie. “Cartoons? Really? Come up with something better than that, you polo-wearing twat.”
The hand in my hair twisted. “Please. You have ten different colors in your hair. You look like Rainbow Brite on acid.”
“Better than being a poster child for the Gestapo!” My hand slid roughly into his pants and took hold of him—anger, it seemed, turned Eric the fuck on. Well, that made two of us.”
― Nicole French, The Hate Vow

“He propped a hand against the window, encasing me against its corner. “I remember everything about you, Jane.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe properly. That’s what happens when you have six feet, two inches of beautiful blond man cornering you against a window on a summer day, gazing at you with the reminder that he once knew your entire soul.”
― Nicole French, The Hate Vow

“I almost kissed you today,” he said, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I really wanted to.”
My lips fell open, as I found I needed to remind myself to breathe, as my lungs still weren’t working properly again. “I know you did.”
“I want to now,” he admitted, his thumb just grazing the plump edges of my mouth. His tongue slipped out, and he licked his own lower lip. “But I won’t. Not until you ask me.”
― Nicole French, The Hate Vow

“Saudade. It’s...it’s hard to explain because there isn’t a translation. But the way I had it explained to me, it’s like when you yearn for something or someone. Like your heart speaks to their heart, and when they’re gone, it’s that emptiness that remains. It’s a longing, maybe for something that never even happened.”
― Nicole French, Lost Ones

“My heart twists. I miss him still. I miss him, and I don’t want to anymore.”
― Nicole French, Lost Ones

“I made a place where I belong. With you. Please, Maggie. I want to go home. I want to go back to where we both belong.”
… “I don’t know where I belong, Will!”
“That’s because you belong with me!”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“I’m Will, Maggie.” His voice cracked, and I watched, horrified, as he sank to his knees in front of me and buried his face in my thigh. “I’m your Will, baby. And you’re mine. My Lily pad. Without you…” He turned his face to the side, his eyes closed tightly, his cheeks wet. “Without you, I have no name. Without you, I’m no one at all.”
― Nicole French

“You know me,” he whispered fiercely in my ear. “You know me, Maggie Mae Sharp. My lily pad. Better than anyone else on this fucking planet. I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but baby, I’m still me. Still the same asshole. Still the same Will. It’s just me.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“Don’t leave me again, Lil,” he whispered as he buried his face into my neck. “I can’t do this without you.”
― Nicole French

“Love,” Will repeated with no little wonder as he stood up and looked down at me. He
pushed a strand of curling hair out of my eyes and smiled ruefully. “What’s that, huh? How would I ever know it from anything else?”
“Because you know me,” I said.
I cupped his face between my hands, enjoying the feel of his cheekbones under my thumbs. I tipped my head up to kiss him again, and his tongue slipped around mine delicately. Vulnerable.
“Then love is freedom,” he whispered between kisses. “Because that’s what I feel when I’m with you.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“You and me, baby. We’re not right now. We’re forever.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“I just wish you would be honest! Because as much as you say you hate it, it seems more like you’re having the time of your life.”
“No, I’m not!” Will burst out. “And even if I was, it would be fucking terrible!”
“Oh, really?” I snapped. “And why is that, pray tell?”
“Because the love of my life is right fucking here, and she’s upset, and IT HURTS!”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“He was afraid, just like I was, that in the short time we had been together, we weren’t enough to make it through everything that wanted to tear us apart.
Fame.
Industry.
Ghosts from both our pasts.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“God,” he whispered, eyes full of love ... “How do you do it?”
I swallowed. “Do what?”
… “Be the air I need and take my breath away all at once.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“Everyone in the world seemed to feel like they were entitled to a piece of the one person on this planet who was supposed to belong to me.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“Lily pad, I will always come back for you … I. Belong. To. You … All I am. All I’ll ever be. All of it belongs to you.”
― Nicole French, Indiscreet

“That when you love someone, really love them and need them, to live without them is to live without water or air. Because to need someone that much...hurts a little, you know? The fear that you’ll lose them is always there. And so maybe there’s a part of you that wishes you didn’t need them so badly.”
― Nicole French, Bad Idea

“You make me feel…” Will started. “Out of control.”
I couldn’t move. “Oh.”
“Like I actually have to care about what someone else thinks. Like I’m not alone anymore … And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don’t want to be.”
― Nicole French, Discreet

“Sometimes you don’t know you wanted something until you have it. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until it’s there.”
― Nicole French, Discreet

“I’m not a normal guy, Lil. I’ll never be that guy. I haven’t been normal since I was seven years old, and now I’m more fucked up at my age than most people will ever be their entire lives. I’ll never, ever be fucking normal.”
― Nicole French, Discreet

“I knew how to do this before I met you, Lily pad. I was born knowing how to kiss you. How to touch you. How to fuck you.”
― Nicole French, Discreet

“You make me feel…like a dying man in the desert. And you’re the fresh spring, the oasis. The water for my parched fucking soul.” He shuddered, a movement that spread through his whole body. “But I’m terrified,” he whispered, “absolutely fucking terrified…that you’re just a mirage.”
― Nicole French, Discreet