White Christmas Quotes

“You consume me, Autumn. My every fucking thought, all the time, and I hate the idea that I’m nothing to you.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“although I take a second to think, to wonder if I really wanna cross this line with him, he waits for me, every bit of patience he has, he uses at this moment.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“He stares as if he can’t look away, stares with a look I haven’t seen before, almost an adoration, a lust.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“After a small pause, his face turns down into a frown, and I feel my stomach sink, not knowing if I’m going to be able to take anything more today. “Bad news,” Cam says, and I feel my stomach curdle. “We only have room left,” he says”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“the tips of his ears turning red, his eyes slightly larger than normal. “Uh, this is Autumn, a family friend,” he says with a little too much emphasis at the end, and I watch as understanding lights up Cam’s face, a conversation happening between them without words.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“Get fucking real, Autumn.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“I stare out into the darkness, the moonlight glinting off the snowy streets, a little anxiety running through me when I see the snow has started already. I have lived in Colorado for my entire life, so I’m used to driving in the snow, but when I glance out my window, the snowstorm raged on, coming down hard, hours earlier than it was supposed to.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“It’s easier to be your enemy than it is to be invisible to you,” he says, his voice low, as if he isn’t sure of his words, of the truth coming out of his mouth.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas

“I haven’t hated you for a fucking second. I have been worshipping the ground you walk on since you were a brat to me at six fucking years old. I have wanted a rise out of you, loved pissing you off, that is true,” he says with a shrug, his mouth forming that fucking smirk that has pissed me off for years. “But, I haven’t hated you, I just wanted to influence you, to get a reaction, because you are on my goddamn mind so often. You consume me, Autumn. My every fucking thought, all the time, and I hate the idea that I’m nothing to you.”
― Rhianna Burwell, White Christmas