Not So Nice Guy Quotes

“You’re mine and you don’t even know it. I’ve never told you.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“I’ve been deprived of this kiss for so long, and now that it’s happening, I’d like it to last for at least one to two decades. We’ll barricade the windows and door. We’ll tear the pages from the English textbooks stacked against the back wall and make a cozy sex nest. We’ll survive by taking little nibbles of each other every now and then, like little love cannibals.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“We're best friends, kissing the exact same way we do everything else; we take liberties, we go too far, we blur and redraw the borders of our comfort zones.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“As Shakespeare said, Shit’s fucked, yo.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Is she into chocolate?” What the fuck kind of question is that? Are there people walking around this planet who don’t like chocolate?”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Ian! Why are you breathing hard! Are you having a heart attack or is she there?!” “Both.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Ian and I became friends three and a half years ago, close to 1300 days if some loser out there was keeping count.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“I want to wrap my hands around his neck and prove to him just how un-adorable I can be when provoked. Scrappy is an adjective that comes to mind when people try to describe me. I’m quick in a fight. I can sneak under arms and karate chop you in the kidneys—at least I can in my head.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“We already share a meal service subscription and a Netflix account. In fact, if you won’t marry me, I’m going to change my password.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“I’ll make it easy for you: I’ll just get naked and you can come graze, nibble, take what you’d like. I’m like a reasonably priced Chinese buffet.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“I haven't had time to have a real freak-out."
He shakes his head, determined. "I'm not going to give you time. Don't think. Oreos or M&Ms?"
"Oreos!"
"Summer or fall?!"
"Fall!"
"Tator tots or French fries?!"
"Both!"
"Do you want to marry me, yes or no?"
"YES!"
Then I jump across the car and kiss him so hard he falls back and crashes against the window. The kids in the rap car holler at us to get a room.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Tell me what you’re doing with your hand, Sam.” “Flipping you off.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“No. Love shmove—I don’t care about that. Promise me you’ll always be my best friend.” He laughs, tips his head down, and kisses my cheek. “I thought that was obvious, Hot Lips. Best friends, forever.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“One second, he’s my best friend, and the next he’s the not so nice guy, the man who handles me like he’s barely resisting the urge to devour me whole.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Why do you have so many? That bag is overflowing.” “I couldn’t remember what Principal Pruitt’s favorite dessert was, so I made them all.” “All?” “Brownies, cookies, blondies, lemon bars, and mini pecan pies. When I bribe, I bribe hard.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Where other girls would have a framed picture of a boy band, she has a photograph of Jean-Luc Picard on her nightstand. I love her.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“It’s the morning after THE PHONE CALL and I’ve developed some kind of PTSD.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Hi! Hello! I’m Sam—Samantha Abrams. This is my fiancé, Ian Fletcher. OH MY GOD MY LAST NAME IS GOING TO BE FLETCHER! I’M NOT GOING TO BE FIRST IN ROLL CALL ANYMORE!”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Ha ha. Ian, c’mon, we need to focus or we won’t have anything to tell the kids in the morning. So far we’re just going to unroll a condom onto a banana—which, despite how common that seems to be in sex-ed pop culture, I’ve never actually done. What if it breaks? The boys will be turned off of safe sex forever.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Logan?” he asks, displeased. “Football coach Logan? Never met a tub of glossy hair gel he didn’t like Logan?”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Those barbaric contraptions at the gym intimidate me. I once sprained my wrist trying to change the amount of weight resistance on a rowing machine, and have you seen all the different strap, rope, and handle attachments for the cable machine? Half of them look like sex toys for horses.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“She’s a big fan of that fermented shark stuff from Iceland, and her music tastes are pretty specific, mostly polka-pop and yodeling.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“What the fuck kind of question is that? Are there people walking around this planet who don’t like chocolate”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“You know I’m in love with you, right?”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Do you want to marry me, yes or no?”

“YES!”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Sam, do you want anything for dessert?” Sam can’t come to the phone right now. She’s dead. “Sam?” he asks again, but it’s a whisper against the shell of my ear—a taunt.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Who cares if my neighbors hear us when they walk down the hall to get their mail? Leonard, grab that package. Wait, do you hear that? I think an animal is dying in 2A.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Small order of onion rings for the road, please.” When he’s done paying, I demand answers. “If we’re not going to kidnap that crazy lady, what’s your big plan?” “Why do you think I ordered those rings, Hot Lips?” He smirks. “We’re going to have to get married.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“Room service."
YES. My milkshake! I shove Ian out of the way and run for the door. "Oh, and PS, I'm not sharing my dessert."
"Even with your husband?" he asks, dipping into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
HUSBAND! My heart skips a beat. My stomach, however, does not.
"Cute." I smile. "But no.”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy

“It's just- we were reading that Tennyson poem in your class the other day, the one that ends with 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.'"
"Oh, Tennyson? He's a quack."
"But you said they made him a lord because of the strength of his poetry."
"Did I say that?”
― R.S. Grey, Not So Nice Guy