Out of Love Quotes

“She was trouble.
Trouble...the kind of trouble you want to get yourself into. Pun intended. Also, the kind of trouble you knew you couldn’t afford getting mixed up in.
I know what you’re probably going to ask; Then why the hell did you hire her, Foster?
And I have only one really shitty answer for you.
Evidently I’m one sick, sadistic fucker.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“I want you to know you’re missing out. Choosing to stay in your past, choosing to believe you don’t have the ability to love, that you’re undeserving of love, you’re missing out on me. Someone who loves you, someone who would love you…forever.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“I swear, it’s like you sprinkled crack on your freaking penis. Makes me crazy.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“I don’t want this to stop … I don’t want this feeling – whatever it is that’s happening between us – to stop.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“He shifts his hips, and I work hard to stifle a moan.
Damn it all to hell. This is what happens when you unleash a vagina that’s been on strict lockdown for so long.
It becomes a complete ho-bag.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue … until you come so hard you’ll still feel it tomorrow.”
My inner muscles clench around his fingers and the smile he gives me is nothing short of predatory.
“I’ll take that as a sign of your acceptance.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“It might be more helpful if you just piss all around her, in a circle … or you could do something wild and crazy and,” he pauses for emphasis,” tell her you like her, then ask her to prom .
My eyes flick over to glare at him, flipping him the bird, but he’s not fazed in the least, the amusement in his green eyes grating on me.
My friends are assholes.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love

“You know what they say.” He raises his eyebrows, his expression one of utter seriousness. “You are what you eat.”
“Really,” Foster remarks drily.
“Now, I don’t quite believe that.” Kane runs a hand down his broad chest. “Because I don’t recall eating a sexy beast.”
― R.C. Boldt, Out of Love