Shameless Quotes
Shameless
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“What’s your name?” he asked, a boyish grin creeping across his face.
“Henley Brooks,” I murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“My name's Lucas.”
“I know,” I replied, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. His grin grew larger as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
“No wonder you look so scared.”
― Shameless
“Henley Brooks,” I murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“My name's Lucas.”
“I know,” I replied, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. His grin grew larger as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
“No wonder you look so scared.”
― Shameless
“I know your type.”
“Oh, yeah? What type is that?”
“You’re all impulse and no consequences. Do you even think about how your actions make other people feel?”
“Like that guy I hit? I’m pretty sure he felt pain.”
“And the girls you use and throw away?”
“Pleasure. Definitely pleasure.” He fought against a smirk.
“Ugh. You’re shameless,” I scoffed.”
― Shameless
“Oh, yeah? What type is that?”
“You’re all impulse and no consequences. Do you even think about how your actions make other people feel?”
“Like that guy I hit? I’m pretty sure he felt pain.”
“And the girls you use and throw away?”
“Pleasure. Definitely pleasure.” He fought against a smirk.
“Ugh. You’re shameless,” I scoffed.”
― Shameless
“Was that a tattoo I saw on your back?” He asked.
“None of your business.”
“I just didn’t peg you for the tramp stamp type.”
“It’s not a tramp stamp. It’s my F-holes,” I corrected. His eyes had widened before he let out a long, deep laugh.
“Jesus, Henley.”
“For a violin, you A-hole.”
I turned around, raising my shirt high enough on my lower back to reveal two curved lines on either side of my spine. I jumped when the pad of his finger ran over the design leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Wow,” he mumbled, and I turned back around to face him, letting the hem of my shirt fall from my hands.
“What? You think it’s stupid.”
“No… no. I think that’s the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen. How often does someone get to finger your strings?”
― Shameless
“None of your business.”
“I just didn’t peg you for the tramp stamp type.”
“It’s not a tramp stamp. It’s my F-holes,” I corrected. His eyes had widened before he let out a long, deep laugh.
“Jesus, Henley.”
“For a violin, you A-hole.”
I turned around, raising my shirt high enough on my lower back to reveal two curved lines on either side of my spine. I jumped when the pad of his finger ran over the design leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Wow,” he mumbled, and I turned back around to face him, letting the hem of my shirt fall from my hands.
“What? You think it’s stupid.”
“No… no. I think that’s the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen. How often does someone get to finger your strings?”
― Shameless
