Seeing Red Quotes

“You know how to braid?” “Sweetheart, I was born to be a girl dad.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“I fell in love with him. As easily as the snow fell around us last night. Not falling so much as floating, swirling around before settling in like a comfortable blanket over everything. Despite how long I spent drifting, loving him was inevitable as the January snow”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“For them, I’ll be everything. I’ll do everything. “You saved me, you know,”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“You’re better than any fantasy I’ve had about you.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“You’re going to call yourself a gentleman immediately after making that comment about your cock down my throat? Really?” “Yeah, I am. A gentleman knows what his lady wants, and I know for a fact you want me to treat you like a pretty little slut. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“I’ve got a D word you’ll like—dick. You’re getting yours sucked tonight, Chase Thompson.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Is this what you’ve been craving? Ride me harder, sweetheart. Take what you need. Use me.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Red, please stop being a decent guy. It’s freaking me out.” “Want me to come in and show you how not-decent I can be, sweetheart?”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“You wanna talk about the mother of my child? I’ll make sure you don’t even make it to the hospital, bro.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“If there’s one thing men have, it’s the fucking audacity.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Red: I have scalloped, baked, mashed, AND roasted for tonight. Cass: Weird way to propose, but yes.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Can I be honest?” His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and his gaze burns clear through me. “I never wanted to be your fucking friend or your friend-with-benefits or your goddamn co-parent. But I would settle for any of those titles if it meant going back to cooking you dinner and watching crappy reality shows on your couch, and falling asleep with you. Being at your doctor’s appointments, glaring at Dr. Dickhead—not getting a text message after. I want to be holding your hand when you have our baby and see your eyes light up when you hold her for the first time. I want to take care of you so you can take care of her. Hell, I even want to change a shitty diaper at two o’clock in the morning.” I blink down, letting tears splatter on the dusty floor. “And it fucking sucks to know I maybe had all of that before I opened my mouth and suggested something as laughable as—” His voice falters with a flustered, sharp inhale. A fist comes up to cover his mouth, and he exhales hard through his nose.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Yep, I know you don’t.” “He started a bar fight for no good reason tonight. That’s the kind of guy you want in your life? I thought I raised you better—did a good job of showing you how men should act.” “You did. Honestly, you set a great example, Dad. I’m not saying he’ll be anywhere near as good of a dad as you are, but I want my baby to have both parents around. He’s a different person outside of this bar, and I wish you could see that side of him.” “Doesn’t it concern you that he has sides?” Dad raises an eyebrow, pinning me with a stare as I meagerly shrug. “So when he’s here, he punches people for no good reason, but I’m supposed to trust when you say he’s capable of treating you with respect elsewhere? You could’ve gotten hurt tonight when the fight he started turned into a brawl. You think he would’ve even cared? Or noticed? Seemed like you were the last thing on his mind when you should’ve been the first.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“We could be…a couple.” I sit straight up, a jumble of Blair’s words about leading him on swimming through my orgasm-hazed brain. A couple? Shit. Shit. Shit. I should have ended this weeks ago instead of giving him the wrong idea. I knew a friends-with-benefits arrangement was stupid. Damn hormones got the better of me, and now I’m in over my head. “Chase, I told you I didn’t want to risk fucking things up between us. Honestly, things are probably too messy as it is, and I wasn’t trying to make you think this could turn into something more. I’m sorry for making you think we could be…I’m not in the right headspace for a relationship with anybody. I need to focus on the fact that I’m having a baby in a few months. I know we keep saying it’s the last time, but I’m serious now. I think it would be best for Little Spud if we just be friends…nothing more. No more benefits.” “Okay,” he mumbles. He’s lying. I know him well enough to know the tone in his voice means it’s not okay, which absolutely guts me. “Just…if you ever decide you want to date somebody, consider giving me a chance? Get some sleep, Cass. Sweet dreams.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“What’s your poison?” “Plain cranberry juice for me tonight.” I have to lean in close enough I can smell his spicy aftershave to be heard over the pounding bass. “Being responsible tonight, eh? Hopefully not too responsible, though.” He winks and places a hand on the small of my back, ushering me across the sticky club floor before I have the chance to turn him down. Fresh drink in hand, I scrunch my nose and say something that’s neither true nor necessary information to share right now. “I have a boyfriend.” “Okay?” He smirks, not giving a shit whether it’s the truth or not. “And I’m pregnant.” I tap my fingernail on the side of my nonalcoholic drink, smoothing my free hand over my stomach to pull the dress taut.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Holy fuck…a girl,” he whispers—to himself, I think. I kick myself for not wearing waterproof mascara as I come away from wiping my tears with black streaks across my hands. I know my face is probably a disaster but I’m comforted by looking at the man gently crying next to me. At least we can both be weepy messes together. “Think you can handle a girl?” “Fuck yeah, I can. We’ll paint our nails, then go work cows together.” “You’re going to paint your nails?” The way I’m blubbering, I feel drunk. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Painted nails, hair bows, whatever she wants. Not ashamed at all of being wrapped around her finger.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“It doesn’t feel right to leave, but it also doesn’t feel right to stay. So I shut her front door softly behind me, then drive back to the ranch with one hand on the steering wheel and the other over my chest pocket, holding the most important photo of my life secure.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“I feel in love with him. As easily as the snow fell around us last night. Not falling so much as floating, swirling around before settling in like a comfortable blanket over everything. Despite how long I spent drifting, loving him was inevitable as the January snow.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“His irises are the picture of a lake on a perfect summer day, when the sun is out and you're floating with a beer in your hand. Not a cloud in the sky, nothing but shimmery vibrant blue reflecting the sun.”
― Bailey Hannah , Seeing Red

“I have so many tattoos to cover the pain from the worst moments in my life, to hide the broken parts of me that only you seem to love.” I watch as she studies my skin, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “But I wanted something for the best moments. Something almost as colourful and beautiful as my two favourite people on Earth. I wanted to finally have a tattoo that comes from a place of pride, not shame.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“I was fucking made for you.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The next time you start to wonder if I’m attracted to you, I want you to remember what you do to me. I’m so fucking hard for you all the goddamn time. The whole time you were gone, I couldn’t even think about you without needing to fuck my hand. You kill me. And I know it’s hard for you to watch your body change, but on the days you hate it, I’m going to love it enough for the both of us. You’re incredible, sweetheart. And I’m obsessed with you—with this perfect body of yours.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“With my dad, I’m torn between relief from knowing karma is finally kicking that son of a bitch in the ass, anger that he couldn’t even be bothered to tell me himself, and disappointment because he’ll never have the opportunity to turn his life around. Despite everything he’s done, there’s always been a tiny part of me hoping things could change.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“That’s it. Squirt all over my cock. Make a fucking mess of me.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Fuck, Cass. You’re a fucking dream with my hand around your beautiful neck and my cock buried in your tight pussy.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“I’m going to have to fuck the brattiness right out of you, aren’t I?”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Sit on my face, sweetheart,” I demand, lying down next to her. “What?” She blinks at me and, for a second, I worry I’ve pushed her too far. “You heard me. Sit that sweet pussy down on my mouth. Wrap those pretty thighs around my head and fuck my face. Let me taste you. Let me look up at your perfect fucking body while you come.” “What if I crush—” “Cassidy, quit being a fucking brat or I won’t let you come at all.” With a hard swallow, she pushes up on her hands and swings a leg over my chest. I grip her thighs, moving her exactly where I need her. “Grab the headboard and hold on,”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Want to know what I was picturing last night? I was thinking about burying my cock in this tight cunt, feeling you squeeze around me, hearing you moan my name, painting your fucking insides with my cum.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“Think you can handle a girl?” “Fuck yeah, I can. We’ll paint our nails, then go work cows together.” “You’re going to paint your nails?” The way I’m blubbering, I feel drunk. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Painted nails, hair bows, whatever she wants. Not ashamed at all of being wrapped around her finger.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red

“She leans in to study my skin, suddenly noticing all the scarring I’ve done a great job of disguising behind tattooed trees, horses, and heavy shading. “Is that why you have your tattoos?” she asks in a whisper. “I got my first at fifteen and, when I realized it was a way I could cover up my past, I started spending every spare dollar on them. Until my body, and my memories of him, were nothing but a canvas for something better.”
― Bailey Hannah, Seeing Red