68 Whiskey Quotes

“I can’t lose you either. I’ll do anything to protect you. Please, just let me protect you. I love you so much, Cujo. All of you: scars, paranoia, talking or not talking, the whole package. I’ll kill anyone to keep you safe.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I wasn’t planning on Tristan crashing through the walls of my carefully constructed defenses like the Kool-Aid man. He’s mouthy and bratty and mutters filth in my ear like a porn star, and you can only have that throw itself at you so many times before you give in.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” He shakes his head. “You talk to me in all the ways that matter. And I talk enough for the both of us. That’s balance, or something. Right? I’ll fill all your brooding silences for as long as you’ll let me.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“Only this time it’s different. I didn’t just fix a person; I fixed my person.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“We’re supposed to be a shit-show together.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I’ve never been more aware of how collectively broken the two of us are until this moment.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“And best… or worst… of all, his face is hovering right over mine. His bright, icy eyes are staring at me, like he’s looking for something. I’m looking back, and I know we’re saying something to each other without saying it right now. I’m just not sure what it is.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“It unleashes a feral hunger in my chest. The kind that says maybe this man is mine, whether either of us is ready to accept it or not.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“Everyone has their breaking point, and the one thing I excel it is helping people find theirs.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I have a hobby. It’s annoying you. I’ll let you pretend to hate it, I swear.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“How he manages to make the word ‘energy’ sound so dirty, I’ll never know.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“This isn’t a kiss. This is my mouth getting fucked by his tongue, and I have absolutely no desire to stop it.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“With another unfairly handsome smile, he pulls his sunglasses back down, turns and leaves me feeling like a tornado passed through. Tornado Tristan. I was just starting to get used to it.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“He looks so fucking sincere I might throw up. Eighteen protective layers of my various personas have been scraped back without me even noticing, and Ford is staring straight at my soul.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“What the fuck is a redneck dirty martini?” I sign at him while he continues to grin, running one hand through his dark hair and making it stick up in every direction. “I invented it when I moved here. It’s vodka and pickle juice, and I give it five stars.” Jesus, fuck.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“To hell with boy scouts. Nurses are the ones who are always fucking prepared.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I shrug. “He had a bleeder. I got it eventually. Scared the shit out of the kid, though.” I snort, looking around for my partner and finding him leaning against a wall, taking deep breaths and looking a little green around the gills.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I haven’t been able to work on her. But after this morning, I figured my new bestie would be the perfect person to help me out with that. I fixed your pretty face, you can fix my pretty car. It’s the foundation of a lifelong friendship.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I know better than anyone that the worst day of your life is never something you see coming.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey