Reluctantly You Quotes

“You’re more than my type,” I tell him, our eyes clashing in the mirror. “I hate that I want you, but I do. You’ve consumed me.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“I wanted to hate you, I fucking tried. I did. But you worked your way under my skin before I even knew what was happening. I didn’t plan for this, but I’m fucking glad it happened this way. I’m glad you’re in my life, because I want you, Mitch. No, I need you.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“How did I think he wasn’t my fucking type? He’s my everything.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“same. I’m angry because he makes me want things I can’t have. He makes me feel.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“I just imagined that big dick of his pushing inside of me, stretching me, making my eyes cross in pleasure. Damn dreams, making me all sorts of gay.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“Fuck, what is his deal? Getting sucked off by a guy in his office, but insisting he’s not gay. And yet here he is, bent over my desk, trembling for me. This man is so far in the closet, he’s in goddamn Narnia.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“I went from wanting to destroy him to… wanting him? No, that can’t be right.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“They probably think I’m starving. And I am, in a way. Starved for this, for companionship, for love.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“A red-and-purple haze filters through my vision as Matt presses a button and scans a keycard. Moments later, we’re moving up in a sleek elevator,”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“I need to leave, need to go home and get back to my own life, but I don’t move. Just sit there, my chest tight, my brow furrowed. I hate him, utterly despise this man, and here I am, in his bed, holding him. Feeding him. Caring for him.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“I do. I know exactly what you are.” I blink up at him, hating that he stands a few inches taller than me. “And what am I?” I ask, slightly panicked. Fuck. He can’t know. He can’t. “You’re a spoiled brat.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“Oh! Hi,” a voice says to my right, and I turn my gaze. I see a guy slightly younger than myself, probably late twenties, with tattoos covering his entire body. He’s wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, his hair pulled back with a hot-pink sweatband. And in his mouth is a lollipop. What the fuck is this? Is this a cosmic joke? “I couldn’t help but admire how strong you are,” the guy says with a grin, his lips cherry red from the candy. “I was wondering if you could give me some pointers. I’m Emery, by the way.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“Gideon Masters.” I blink at him and swallow.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“I’m not gay. I can’t be gay.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You

“Passable,” I grunt and then pat his head like the dog he is, leaving him kneeling in the sand as I trudge away. I never reciprocate. Never. That’s not what this is.”
― Cora Rose, Reluctantly You