Stay with Me Quotes

“He read? Oh my God, guys that read were like unicorns. They only existed in fairy tales.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Jase turned his head to me, brows raised. “If I liked guys—you know, swung that way, I’d get naked after that.”

I blinked. Um.

“And I’d put a ring on that,” Cam added, moving to where Avery sat.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“I gotta tell you that I love you, Calla,” he said, and I was surprised the heart monitor didn’t catch the fact it felt like my heart had stopped for a moment. “No bullshit. I do. I love the way you think, even if it’s annoying as fuck at times and even then it’s still cute. I love that there’s a shit ton of things you’ve never gotten to experience and that you’re going to get to experience them with me. That I have that honor. I love your strength and everything you’ve survived. I love your courage and I love that you make shit drinks, but no one cares, because you’re so damn nice.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stay with Me

“Each time I saw you, I felt like . . . I felt like I knew you a little bit better. I never talked to you but seeing you always smiling or laughing . . . or being peaceful . . .” He shook his head, and my heart spasmed. “There’s something about that . . . it drew me in, Calla. Fuck. I fell for you before you even knew my name.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stay with Me

“Stick with me, babe, and I'll change your life.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“You with me?”

Remembering him saying that before, our first time, I nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

He kissed me again. “Then stay with me.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“I've never had apple pie," I blurted out.
…
"You've never had apple pie?"
"No."
His brows rose. "Why?"
"I don't know. Just never tried it."
"That's so…so un-American," he said, and I rolled my eyes. "Are you a terrorist?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stay with Me

“I used to be really pretty,” I whispered, sharing the secret. “See? I used—”
“There is no ‘used’ to be.” He snatched the frame out of my hand, and my mouth dropped open as he tossed it. The photo whizzed through the air, bouncing off a cushion and landing harmlessly on the couch. “You’re really fucking pretty now.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“I love your sense of humor and the fact you never ate grits before. There’s so much I love about you that I know I’m in love with you. So, honey, you can have all my shirts you want.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“When I want something, I go for it. Life is way too damn short to live any other way. And I want to get to know you better.” Those lashes lowered one more time, his gaze tracking to my lips like they were some kind of Mecca. “Yeah, I definitely want to get to know you better.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Next thing I know, my legs are slipping down the pole, and I’m all like ‘Man down!’ or at least ‘Stripper down!”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“All you needed to say was that you loved me. That was all.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Look, we can stand out here and argue about it for the next ten minutes, but you’re getting in this truck.”

My eyes narrowed. “Let me remind you of something. I don’t know you. Like at all.”

“And I’m not asking you to get naked and give me a private show.” Pausing, his gaze seemed to drift down my body again. “Although, that is way interesting. A bad idea, but way interesting.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Fuck. I fell for you before you even knew my name.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Teresa snorted. “I’m in a happy, love-of-my-life relationship, so Jase, take no offense to what I’m about to say, but I’m about to do all those things. My God, girl, that was beautiful. That was real. And that hurt to hear and you just let him walk right out of here.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“This is Michelangelo, and I think it’s pretty fucked-up you don’t even know which one is yours anymore. You’ve probably sent Raphael into a depression.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“guys that read were like unicorns. They only existed in fairy tales.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Don’t overthink it, honey. Life’s too short for that shit,” he said, his lips grazing my skin. Every muscle tightened in the most delicious way, and his thumb, it was still swirling, still dragging out an array of sensations. “I like you. That’s all.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Say something, honey. I don’t want to give up on you, but you’ve got to say something to stop me from walking out that door.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Thank you,” he said.

I blinked. “What?”

A funny little smile played out across his lips. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

My mouth gaped.

“It’s a big deal.” His lashes lifted and his eyes met mine. “What we did. It was your first time. I’m honored.”

Was this real?

“So thank you.”

Jax closed the distance between us, melding our lips together in what had to have been the sweetest kiss possible, and I realized this was real. Not some orgasm-induced hallucination, and there was truly no wonder why I’d fallen for him.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“I gotta tell you that I love you, Calla,” he said, and I was surprised the heart monitor didn’t catch the fact it felt like my heart had stopped for a moment. “No bullshit. I do. I love the way you think, even if it’s annoying as fuck at times and even then it’s still cute. I love that there’s a shit ton of things you’ve never gotten to experience and that you’re going to get to experience them with me. That I have that honor. I love your strength and everything you’ve survived. I love your courage and I love that you make shit drinks, but no one cares, because you’re so damn nice.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“I’ve been perfecting my death glare on her since she hit the bar. Sadly, it isn’t working.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“God Almighty, I might’ve just committed a cardinal sin just by thinking it, but he was like Cam 2.0.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“You kissed me to prove a point?” A ghost of a smile appeared. “Felt like it was the quickest way to prove the point.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“The sigh associated with Hot Bartender Dude would most definitely be felt around the world and in the lady parts.
Probably in some boy parts, too.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Each time I saw you, I felt like . . . I felt like I knew you a little bit better. I never talked to you but seeing you always smiling or laughing . . . or being peaceful . . .” He shook his head, and my heart spasmed. “There’s something about that . . . it drew me in, Calla. Fuck. I fell for you before you even knew my name.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“As I lay there, trying to swallow a loud, obnoxious yawn, I remembered something he’d said when we first met, about life being too short. I imagined he had firsthand experience with shortened lives while he was serving. That mentality came from experience. I got that now. Could even understand it, but there was something I didn’t understand.

“Why?” I asked.

There was a beat. “Why what?”

Jax sounded tired, and I should shut up or point out that I was now tired and could sleep, so he could leave. But I didn’t. “Why are you here? You don’t know me and . . .” I trailed off, because there really wasn’t anything left to say.

A minute went by, and he hadn’t answered my question, and then I think another minute ticked on, and I was okay with him not answering because maybe he didn’t even know. Or maybe he was just bored and that was why he was here.

But then he moved.

Jax pressed against my back, and the next breath I took got stuck in my throat. My eyes shot open. The sheet and blanket were between us, but they felt like nothing.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting comfortable.” He dropped an arm over my waist, and my entire body jerked against his. “It’s time to sleep I think.”

“But—”

“You can’t sleep when you talk,” he remarked.

“You don’t need to be all up on me,” I pointed out.

His answering chuckle stirred the hair along the back of my neck. “Honey, I’m not all up on you.”

I freaking begged to differ on that point. I started to wiggle away, but the arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he announced casually, as if he wasn’t holding me prisoner in the bed.

Okay. The whole prisoner thing might be melodramatic, but he wasn’t letting me up. Not when he was getting all kinds of comfy behind me.

Oh my God, this was spooning. Total spooning. I was spooning with an honorary member of the Hot Guy Brigade. Did I wake up in a parallel universe?

“Sleep,” he demanded, as if the one word carried that much power. “Go to sleep, Calla.” This time his voice was softer, quieter.

“Yeah, it doesn’t work that way, Jax. You have a nice voice, but it doesn’t hold the power to make me sleep on your command.”

He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but the most ridiculous thing ever was the fact that after a couple of minutes, my eyes stayed shut. I . . . I actually settled in against him. With his front pressed to my back, his long legs cradling mine, and his arm snug around my waist, I actually did feel safe. More than that, I felt something else—something I hadn’t felt in years.

I felt cared for . . . cherished.

Which was the epitome of dumb, because I barely knew him, but feeling that, recognizing what the warm, buzzing feeling was, I fell right asleep.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Stick with me, babe, and I'll change your life.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stay with Me

“You drive a Ford Fuckus?”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me

“Actually, I was pretty sure Lady Luck was a coldhearted bitch who needed to die.”
― J. Lynn, Stay with Me