My Soul to Keep Quotes

“You have no idea what I’d do for you if you’d let me.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip., his touch light, but enough to seize my breath. Enough to triple my heartbeat. “But one day you will.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Watching you guys trying to be friends is like watching porn with no penetration. Really hot, but no climax.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“I'm his and he's mine.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Sometimes we have to fight our way out of the dark because the light doesn’t come looking.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Rhyson’s words set my heart free like a stampede of wild notes across a music staff, falling off the lines, running off the page. I’m a composition out of control, without form. Freestyled. Improvised. Unsure of where we’re going, but certain that it’s right. Sure that in the end, it will be a thing of beauty. “You”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Rhyson’s words set my heart free like a stampede of wild notes across a music staff, falling off the lines, running off the page. I’m a composition out of control, without form. Freestyled. Improvised.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“There was only one Mama, and the world has lost her, but it keeps turning. But for me, I live in that void where her love and her voice and her kindness used to be. And in so many ways, even moving forward, I’m standing still. I am suddenly aware of everyone’s compassion, this collective kindness for which I was unprepared. It penetrates the wall I use to insulate my grief and hide the lingering pain. I hate that these tears keep assaulting me when I least expect them. That sadness ambushes me. That the desolation Mama’s absence creates inside of me is inescapable, even here at Thanksgiving dinner in front of Rhyson’s family before we’ve even served dessert. And I hate this awkward quiet while they all try to figure out if it’s okay to move on or if they wait for me to get it together. Only this time I can’t. I’m trapped in this moment while I reach for my composure in vain. Breathing in and deeply usually helps, but I’m too far gone. My heart is too raw today. A sob erupts into the silence. I’m horrified that my body is betraying me this way. That my emotions are this undisciplined, wet spill over my cheeks. I squeeze the linen napkin in my lap until I’m sure I’ll draw blood from it, but the tears won’t stop. The pain doesn’t stop. I leak it. I lose it. I cannot stop it. I cover my face with”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“GRIEF TAUGHT ME TO LIVE NUMB. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“It’s a face I can only inadequately describe as . . . extravagant. Like God spared no expense when He made this girl. If”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Either I’m yours and you’re mine, or we’re nothing. I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be . . . yours.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“As much as she lights up a room, dancing, laughing from time to time, I'm beginning to see that just beneath the surface of Kai, there is as much shadow as there is shine.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never had this. This melding of the deepest love I can fathom and passion I never imagined. They twine around each other so tightly that every time he’s inside of me, I hand over more of my heart. More of my soul. I always think he has it all, and he always finds more. Takes more. Gives me more.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“level,”
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“A new day means new mercies, she’d always say. God’s mercies are new every morning.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“You could take away my Grammys and the money and the fame, everything I have, and if you told me I could still keep her, I’d be fine with that.” How’d I do? “Damn, you are pussy whipped,” Marlon sniggers. “I mean, I like your sister and all, but gimme some Grammys.” “What you feel for Bristol is all below the belt, Marlon. I wouldn’t put it in the same category as my relationship with Kai.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“me sweat. “I’m here to tell you—now listen close to this part because I’m not ever saying it again—I’m here to tell you that if you ever touch her again, come near her again, or even talk about her to anyone, I’ll kill you.” I pull back to peer into his panic-stretched eyes. “Kill. Dead. Not metaphorical. Do you understand?”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“I’m convinced half my laugh lines will be because of him. After Mama died, I thought the closest I would come to joy would be the absence of pain. I was ready to settle for that. To just not feel that black hurt that hovered over every part of my life and seemed to occupy my very soul. Rhyson has taught me that joy has its own space. It is not the absence of anything, but its own presence. Its own entity. It fully inhabits us if we let it, and I have it with him.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“I don’t care if you can make hummus, babe.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and my fingers cling to his shoulders because it feels so good I might fall if I don’t hold on. “You do everything else well. Especially that magic trick you’ve been working on.” I pull back, looking at him suspiciously. Because it’s Rhyson and there’s always a catch. “What magic trick?” “You know.” He grins and bends to whisper in my ear. “That one where you make my dick disappear in your mouth.” “Rhyson!” I drop my forehead to his chest, face on fire. “I’ll never get tired of making you blush.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Rhyson, we just started.” Her voice wavers. She better not cry. Fuck me if she cries. She has no idea that her tears are a weapon of mass destruction that would take me out in seconds.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Oh, you want to stay.” He leans in, eyebrows raised like he’s passing on a secret. “You gotta see this dancer they got for me.” “What?” The blood congeals in my veins and then rushes hot like boiling poison. “What dancer?” “You know I love short chicks, right?” A grin complements his All-American look, the blonde hair and blue eyes. “She’s all curves and muscles and kinda Asian eyes. I—” “Stop. I gotta stop you before I have to punch you in the face.” I run agitated hands through my hair. “The dancer’s mine. She’s my girlfriend.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“The fuck!” I explode, gripping my head with both hands. “Who the hell are you giving a lap dance?” “Your friend, Luke. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Are they on lunch break?” I hope she’ll lift her eyes from cock level and look at me when I’m talking to her. That’s not yours, sweetie. Eyes up.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Unreasonable, undeniable peace. I grip her tightly like my lungs grip air, because for the first time since my mother called, I can finally breathe.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“You sure about that?” I make a bold move, stealing her hand from her lap and linking our fingers on my knee. “Wild, bad boy musician corrupting their sweet granddaughter?” “You’re not that bad.” She squeezes my hand and flirts with me through her eyelashes. “And I’m not that sweet.” Oh, she’s sweet all right, and soon I’ll taste for myself.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Thousands of girls are here in L.A. doing the same thing I’m doing. Working in crappy restaurants. Dodging lechers at auditions. Catching buses late at night because they are hungry. They want their big break just like I do, and are willing to pay their dues.” “And I don’t give a damn about them!” He plows a hand through the hair dipping to the crinkled line of his eyebrows. “I care about you. Only you.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“I have to dedicate half my neurons to not wrapping myself around him like a koala.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“I haven’t been touched like this … ever. I’ve had a few boyfriends. Slept with a few guys, but even in his sleep, Rhyson is so tender with me. His hands move under the tank top until they caress my bare skin.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Kai’s husky laugh permeates the interior of my car. I want to make her laugh my ring tone. Who am I kidding? Friends?”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep

“Oh, no. I’m not doing that … what was that roll thing you did with your …” “Body roll. It’s easy. You could totally do it.” She demonstrates, starting the move at her neck and pouring it over her chest and hips and down the rest of her. I focus on everything from Brussels sprouts to global warming to keep my dick down. “You overestimate both my ability and my desire to roll my body,” I manage to say.”
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“Without realizing it, I’ve started playing Tchaikovsky’s Romance in F Minor. Even my subconscious wants to seduce her.”
― Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep