The Studying Hours Quotes

“I know you love me.” Wistful and filled with wonder. “I love you, too.”

Somehow, it’s not enough. “For real though, babe. The only person I love more than you is myself.”

A loud laugh fills the otherwise darkened room. “Oh my god, tell me you did not just say that.”

Am I missing something here? “What’s so damn funny? I’m being serious.”

“The only person you love more than me is you?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love me?”

“So much.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Shhhh,” she admonishes. “Quiet please. When you talk, it makes me want to slap some sense into you.” Her”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“I plan to intern for a law firm in my hometown next summer with the hopes of getting a job in their human resources department. Then I’m going to buy a house with Jameson and we’re going to live together, get married, and make cardigan-wearing babies.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Do you feel that, Jameson?” he implores breathlessly. “Can you feel it beating?”
I can.
“That’s for you. No one else makes me feel this way; no one has ever made me feel this way. No woman. No coach. No opponent makes my heart race the way.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“I wonder if life is going outside to have a smoke right now, because it just got done fucking me. Fucking me hard. Logically,”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Mouse, meet cat. Meow.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Brace yourself, Jim; I’m going to date the shit out of you.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“I lean down to kiss her smiling lips, heft my bag, and shoulder into the hotel room. “Wow. Place looks just how we left it.”

“Yup.” Jameson pops her P with a loud smack. “Same bed, same dresser, same tiny bathroom.”

“Ah yes, the tiny bathroom of sin, scene of all masturbatory emissions.” My laugh fills the outdated hotel room as I walk to the dresser to set my things down.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Be gentle with me, James. I haven’t had sex with anyone since before Utah. I’ve done so much jerking off my junk is chafed—legit chafed.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“I saunter closer, approaching her cautiously, much like you'd approach a stray dog, or a girl you know is on her period - warily, guardedly.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Do you want to go for a run?” “Do you?” Her nose wrinkles. “Um no—I was just trying to be supportive.” “You would go running with me to be supportive?” “Um…no, but I would hold the stopwatch while you ran around the block, throw a cup of water on you when you ran past?”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Sweetheart, Oz is a nickname. Haven’t you googled me yet?”
Amused blue eyes roll. “I’m sure you google yourself enough for the both of us.”

Shit, she’s right. I do google myself a lot.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Not that I mind white granny panties; they all slip down a woman's thighs the same way: slowly and with a sweet satisfying sound when they hit the floor.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“How far do you wanna go?” She moans when I give her ass a smack, rubbing the sting away in slow circles. “All the way.” I bury my head at the base of her throat, groaning, grinding my erection against her stomach. “Tell me what you what James; tell me and I’ll do it.” “I want to spend the night. This isn’t a booty call.” She rattles off demands. “This isn’t a one-night stand. I want respect. You do not get to kick me out afterward, or in the morning. I want breakfast and I want you in the kitchen cooking it for me.” The pads of my palms continue stroking her brilliant backside, pulling her in flush. “How do waffles sound?”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Fine. I might have accidentally google stalked him. Accidentally.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“You don’t seem to shock very easily.” I’m referring to our meeting in the hallway, when the redhead was grabbing my cock. “No, I don’t. My mom does porn, so…” She shrugs nonchalantly, dragging out her sentence. “You ain’t got nothin’ I haven’t ever seen in one of her movies.” The bombshell has my eyes bugging out of my skull and I practically leap out of my chair. “What!” A burst of laughter spills from her lips and before I know it, she’s sputtering. Falling out of her seat, waving her hands around, trying to calm herself. “Sit down, sit down, I’m kidding. Oh my god, you should see your face.” “You’re an asshole.” “So you keep saying.” The smirk returns. “It’s like looking in the mirror, isn’t it?”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“The sadistic creep knows his stare is making my skin crawl. He relishes the fact. Guys like him? Surely college will be a short blip on the roadmap of his life, a pit stop on the way to bullying co-workers, business partners, and probably women. This guy? He’s a douchebag—one with a capital D.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“The girl hums out a dismissive, “Mmm hmm,” and resumes pushing her fingertip along the lined notebook paper, all without glancing up at me. It’s really fucking annoying. I mean, my pride is taking a real beating here. It’s not everyday that I’m dismissed, and certainly not by some nobody in the damn library, a dull classmate with a long stick shoved up her entitled ass. Do”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Don’t let your lobster get away, man.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Sebastian, I need a shower. And I need food—I’m hungry!” “I can think of a few things to satisfy your appetite.” “Ew.” “You weren’t saying ‘ew’ when you were blowing me during Game of Thrones.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Oz: Fifteen minutes. Got it. Oz: And for the record, I love it when you say shit like ‘dash’. It’s so ducking cute. Jameson: LOL, ducking. Oz: Autocorrect won’t let me say ducking. Oz: Not ducking. Ducking. Oz: DAMMIT Jameson: I am laughing so hard right now.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“He chuckles through the line, low and good. Good and oh my god, I’m so tired I want to smush his adorable face.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Oz: Yeah, for your fridge. Or desk. We have a match at home next week against Indiana. You could come if you wanted. The action is slightly better than a single light bulb in the middle of a gym floor. Jameson: That one light dangling above the mats was super creepy. It had a decidedly rapey vibe.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Lace. My weakness. “You put those goddamn pants back on this instant,” I thunder, taking a step forward. “You sound like someone’s father.” Jameson laughs, reaching for the hem of her thick, wool ski sweater. “And I’m not going to be calling you Daddy any time soon.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Falling a few inches short, she scrambles on top of it then rises to stand in the center, waving the threadbare tank top above her head like a victory flag. “Yes! Suck it!” she bellows, fist pumping the air and jumping up and down on the cheap, shoddy mattress. Arms outstretched, I wince at the sight of her remarkable tits bouncing with the motion. “Suck it, Osborne.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Tell him whenever. I think tonight after dinner we’ll just chill.” “Speaking of dinner, I could eat the ass out of a dead skunk,” Scott announces, to the mortification of all the girls. Sam, Jameson, and two blonde girls make faces, calling him a disgusting slob. “It’s almost six. Let’s go eat.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Taking the stairs two at a time, I make my way to the main lobby, sans boots, and search the cavernous, rustic lodge for those thin black leggings. I find them propped on the large, gray stone hearth of the blazing fireplace. James’ cute little toes and cute little feet are in gray wool socks that are yanked up her calves.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“I might be big, but I don’t ever want you to be afraid of me, James. I would never hurt you.” “I know.” He would never. “My dick would never hurt you either. He’s very gentle.” Great. Now I’m going to be lying here thinking about his penis. “Oh my god, Oz, you are so—” “Good in bed.” “Why must you do that?” “I’m just stating the facts, Jim.” “Go to sleep, Oswald.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Oz stomps barefoot to the dresser, yanks open the top drawer, and pulls out a gray cotton tee shirt. Wadding it up into a fabric ball, he whips it in my direction, sending it whizzing through the air and smacking me in the face. I barely catch it. “Please. Just go put that on. And come back uglier.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours

“Can I still call you Oswald? I’m sad now knowing it’s not your real name.” Agitated, I turn to face her, slamming the book closed with a satisfying thud. “Do I look like an Oswald to you?” She squints, sizing me up. “Hmmm, not really, now you mention it. Now that I’m taking a good look at you, you’re more of a Blake. Or a Richard.” “Okay, now you’re fucking with me.” “Me?” She points a finger at her chest. “Noooo.” We both start laughing then, the clear sound of her lighthearted giggle doing bizarre shit to my stomach and heart that I can’t label—weird, fucked up fluttering and shit. Annoying.”
― Sara Ney, The Studying Hours