The Stopover Quotes

“When you see him, I want you to do something for me. Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again... Because there’s another man who does.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“This is it. I can stop searching. I’ve found her.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.
Yeah. I have.
What?
I never asked for your number.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“When someone shows themselves to you . . . believe them.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“When you see him, I want you to do something for me. "
"What's that?"
"Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn't get to touch you again."
I frown. "Why would I ask him that?" I whisper.
"Because there's another man who does." The phone clicks as he hangs up.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“These bugs are from Jurassic Park.” He swings his arms around to get them off him. “No bugs are this big.” I go back to my instructions. Okay, so it says here that this pole goes into this . . . “Ahh,” he cries as he slaps his arm. “I’m getting fucking malaria over here, Emily.” I roll my eyes. “Stop being a baby.” I put the pole into the correct place. “Can you grab the corner and stretch it out, please?”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“To love is to be brave.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Who’s hopelessly in love with you.” He leans over and kisses me softly, and I feel my resistance fade. “I love you, cheesecake,” he whispers. “Don’t call me fucking cheesecake.” He chuckles against my lips. “Too far?” “Way too far.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Really?” he whispers as the flight attendant walks past us. “Excuse me, can we have two more champagnes, please?” he asks her. “Of course, sir.” His eyes come back to meet mine. “Well, do tell. What was your first impression of me?” I pretend to look around for Jessica the flight attendant. “You may need something stronger to drink to hear this, Jim. You’re not going to like it.” He laughs out loud, and I find myself smiling broadly as I watch him. “What’s funny?” I ask. “You are.” “Why am I funny?” I frown. “This sense of righteousness that you have.” “Oh, like you don’t have that too . . . Mr. I’ll Have Two Champagnes.” Our drinks arrive, and he smiles as he passes mine to me. His eyes linger on my face as he takes a sip.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Welcome to the Miles-High Club, Emily.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“I will not beg for any man to love me.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“There are moments in your life that you know you will remember forever. Certain situations that are poignant and have shaped who you are.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Why don’t you want to look at me?
Because I just find your face really...punchable.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Don’t even fucking look at her ass, or I will sit you on yours”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“I work hard . . . but I love harder.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“So excuse me if the privilege of sucking your golden CEO dick doesn’t excite me any longer.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Don’t misjudge my submission as a weakness.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Emily.” He looks at me, and the flashlight strapped to his forehead shines in my eyes. “I smell like a toxic dumping ground of bug poison, and I have never felt so unsexy in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dick has been poisoned off like a weed.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Will you say something?” I whisper. “Say something sweet to put me out of my misery.” His eyes come to mine as he cups my face. “I packed your scarf in my luggage.” I smile softly. “It’s nothing new. I’ve taken it on every trip I’ve been on . . . since we met.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“And do tell . . . how would you impress a woman you’re attracted to?”

I ask, fascinated. His eyes hold mine. “Offer her a window seat.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Men who look that good can’t be blessed with brains too.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Nobody treats me as bad as you do, Emily.

Because you pay them. Good thing you’ve got lots of money, Jameson. You’re going to need it. Nobody would put up with your shit for free.

That’s a low blow.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“I’m gay, not blind. I can appreciate a fine female form.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Sometimes you just know in your gut that you shouldn’t be doing something. The outcome is already written in the stars, and sometimes you should just be stronger and say no. But what if you can’t?”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“And then I came to your office, and you treated me like a two-bit whore that you ejaculated in the night before.” He clenches his jaw. “I’m nobody’s whore, Jameson, least of all yours. No job is worth my self-respect.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Forgiveness is a choice.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“I don’t like social media, that’s all.” I shrug. “What’s not to like?” She keeps taking her own photo. I stare at her deadpan. “A misrepresentation of society with unrealistic images that portray a fake lifestyle with impossible ideals,”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes search his. “How did I kiss you?” “Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover

“Emily Foster, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Miles,” Lindsey says. I stare at him, unable to speak because there’s no air in my lungs. His eyebrow rises, and he sits back in his chair as he smirks. “Hello, Emily.” His big eyes hold mine, the same beautiful deep-blue eyes that hypnotized me twelve months ago”
― T.L. Swan, The Stopover