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Until You (Until #1) Until You by Briar Prescott
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“Ah, sweet self-delusion. My oldest and dearest friend.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
And look at that.
Now he’s made me into a liar, too.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Saying ‘I can’t live without you’ is pretty much equivalent to saying ‘I’m with you because I don’t have any other choice.’ And that’s fucking stupid. And we’re not gonna do that. I can live without you. I just choose not to. And I’m terrified as fuck, still, by the way. But… I also love you more than I’m afraid.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“He made me love him.

He turned himself into my home.

Now he’s gone.

And I’m homeless.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
tags: m-m
“You know how it’s always considered super romantic when people are all, ‘I can’t live without you!’” Blake’s lips twitch, and he nods. “I have a feeling you have thoughts.” “Naturally. Really, which part of that is supposed to be romantic? Saying ‘I can’t live without you’ is pretty much equivalent to saying ‘I’m with you because I don’t have any other choice.’ And that’s fucking stupid. And we’re not gonna do that. I can live without you. I just choose not to. And I’m terrified as fuck, still, by the way. But… I also love you more than I’m afraid.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Blake hides his face in my neck and clutches me so tightly I can barely breathe, but I don’t mind. How can I? I’m finally home.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Because it’s been worth it. Because I get to love you. And maybe it won’t be blanket forts and home and growing old together for us. Maybe that’s not the road ahead for you and me. But the highs have been well fucking worth the lowest of lows. At least for me.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Jude, I told you once you’ve given me two firsts. Well, I was lying even back then. See, there are a few more I failed to mention. I’m going to fix that now. I have never been caught off guard. Until you. I have never been selfless. Until you. I have never met an unforgettable person. Until you. I have never seen a smile stop the world. Until you. I have never wanted to belong with anybody. Until you. I have never wanted a home. Until you. I have never wanted forever. Until you. I have never had my heart so shamelessly stolen. Until you. I have never understood what people mean when they say it’s better to have loved and lost. Until you.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“What will make you stop?” I ask. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Don’t do this.” “What will make you stop?” I repeat. I have to wait an eternity for the answer. “If you ask me to stop,” he eventually says. Another eternity passes. “Then I’m asking you to stop.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“He made me love him. He turned himself into my home. Now he’s gone. And I’m homeless. But life doesn’t stop for a broken heart. So somehow, I keep going.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“I hate him. I want him to see it. I want him to know. I hate him. He swallows hard. There are tears in his eyes now, falling down. Maybe he’ll cry me a river, and we’ll both drown. He walks out. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. And look at that. Now he’s made me into a liar, too.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“And you’re loyal,” I say, remembering what he told me all those months ago on that rooftop. “That’s your best quality and your worst quality.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“He winces like I’ve thrown stones at him. I want it to hurt. I want to say every cruel thing I can think of and hurl it in his face. Hurt him like he’s hurting me. Break him like he’s breaking me.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Please,” Blake repeats. “She asked me to find you⁠—”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Did you know who I was?” I choke out. Please, fucking say no. I’m hopelessly hoping, even though I already see the answer on his face. “Yes,” Blake says. “I knew who you were.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“I’m starting to think my love language does not come in the form of beautiful words and candlelit dinners but well-placed sarcastic remarks and exasperation. Blake has clearly mastered both.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Just fill in the fucking application form,” he says with a sigh. “You’re so unbelievably stubborn about the stupidest things. You know you want to, so just take the fucking laptop and fill in that fucking application form to Berklee you’ve been secretly reading and stop fucking pretending like you’re not fucking interested.” I blink at all the fucks he just laid on me.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“So I do. It’s like a first date with your best friend you’ve had a crush on for ages. At first, you’re nervous and your heart is beating uncomfortably hard, but then you take that first step, press that first key, and suddenly you’re lost in the sound and the keys and time flies, and you have no clue where it went, and you don’t understand why you were ever nervous about something that feels so natural. You stop thinking in English and instead think in music. And you remember. You remember how much you fucking love the piano. Love the feel of the keys underneath your fingers. Love how versatile it is. The rhythm and the melody mixing together perfectly. And the sound of it… You fucking love the sound of a piano. The sweet, dark richness that moves through your whole body. The resonance. The beauty.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“He presses another kiss to my lips. Like he can’t stay away. I’m addicted to being wanted like this.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“He leans back and smiles. “Got you to laugh though, didn’t I?” My heart does that weird thing—skips a few beats and then starts beating insanely fast. It seems to be a symptom of some sort of Blake-related heart disease, because it only ever happens around him.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“You already are my every exception.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Blake?” I murmur softly. “Hmm?” he mumbles against my neck. “Remember how you said you weren’t really the dating type?” He lifts his head and studies me curiously before he nods. “Well, I was wondering,” I say. “If, maybe… you’d make an exception for me?”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“He buries his head against the side of my neck. He’s everywhere. All around me, inside me. Just him and me. I’ve never felt this way before, because I’ve never done this with anybody who mattered. And Blake matters. More than anybody else. I can’t believe I’m putting myself in this position. Voluntarily. But here we are.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“Stay?” he whispers into my skin. “You stole my shoes. I kind of have to stay, don’t I?” I glance at him, gaze catching his. “Stay because you want to,” he says softly. In the end, the decision isn’t that difficult. “I’ll stay.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“It’s hard to breathe for a moment. Attraction is a scary thing. It can so easily grow out of control. You can so easily find that you’ve gone too far and there’s no way back. That you’re in too deep, and there’s no way out.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“What were you doing?” I ask. “Rearranging the furniture for better sex feng shui?” “I hid your shoes,” he says and starts to kiss me, but I rear back. “What the fuck?” “I hid your shoes,” he repeats patiently and tries to kiss me again. “Why?” “If you don’t have your shoes, you can’t run out on me in the middle of the night,” he says.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“For the first time in years, I let go. I trust him to figure out what I want and give it to me. For the first time, I don’t feel like I have to be in charge. For the first time, I don’t want to be in charge. The only thing I want is to stop thinking, and I’m doing an excellent job so far.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“It’s like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. I’m fucked once I get down, but until then, I might as well enjoy the ride.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“The sounds somebody else makes while they’re moving around in my apartment should feel weird. I’ve been alone for years now. I’m used to the quiet and being the only person around. Instead, Blake’s presence is like a warm blanket after stumbling around in a snowstorm.”
Briar Prescott, Until You
“What are you doing?” I ask, because none of my friends have said things like that to me before. Or looked at me like I’m something new. Undiscovered. A treasure chest that hasn’t been opened yet. “I have no fucking clue,”
Briar Prescott, Until You

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