Top Secret Quotes

“SinnerThree: … Tell me more about lobster sex, if you want. I’m not picky about sex talk as long as someone’s fucking.
I laugh softly. This guy’s funny, I’ll give him that.
LobsterShorts: I’m fresh out of lobster sex facts atm. BUT…lemme tell you about sea slugs.
SinnerThree: Omg yes. I can’t wait for this. Hold on. Let me undo my pants.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“What was I ever thinking? I need this man. And even if being half a couple doesn’t come easily to me, I have to try. Nobody has ever gotten under my skin the way he does. Nobody has ever needed me the way he does.
Not one person.
It’s terrifying.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“I’m just a guy, standing on a beach in nothing but his favorite pair of lobster shorts, waiting for the right man to love me.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Fuck me. I’m single, I’m a little depressed, and I’m very horny, with a side of sexual confusion, too.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“It freaked me out that you're a guy. And that I let you take the lead. Part of me wants to forget it happened. Most of me wants you to do it again.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“I told Luke that most of me wants to hook up with him again. That’s not the case anymore. All of me wants it. Right here, right now—I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more.
Goodbye, sexual confusion. Because confused is the last thing I’m feeling at the moment. There’s no other way around it—I like dudes.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Logging out of the app last night was painfully hard. So was the state of my dick. You have no idea how hot it is helping a guy explore his sexuality.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Jeez. Someone’s feeling crabby tonight. What’s wrong, Hayworth?” I crack. “You hard up? Your rich girlfriend isn’t sucking your dick often enough?”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Acknowledging my sexuality is starting to feel inevitable. My attraction to Luke isn’t just a one-off thing. My attraction to men is here to stay and keeping that bottled up feels wrong now. It makes the secret feel enormous.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Oh, did I mention I’m a stripper?
Some dudes prefer “male entertainer” or “exotic dancer,” but I call a spade a spade. I spend two nights a week shaking my crotch in happy women’s faces and stripping down to a G-string. Ergo, I’m a stripper.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Routines are a funny thing. They sneak up on you. Like, one day you wake up and eat a turkey sandwich, and then two months go by and you’ve eaten a turkey sandwich every single day, and you think, Huh. I guess I eat daily turkey sandwiches now. Although in this case, turkey sandwich is a euphemism for hot sex with a dude.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Let’s have that smart mouth do something useful,”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Goodbye, sexual confusion. Because confused is the last thing I’m feeling at the moment. There’s no other way around it—I like dudes. Especially that one onstage.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“It freaked me out that you’re a guy. And that I let you take the lead. Part of me wants to forget it happened. Most of me wants you to do it again.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“At the first perfect pass of his expert tongue, I nearly shout with appreciation. But then he raises his dark eyes to mine, mouth stuffed full of me, and I have to lock the muscles in my thighs to keep from coming right then and there.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“If letting your fraternity brother touch your cock is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“You’re not afraid.” “What?” I rasp. “That’s a requirement?” He laughs suddenly, and the sound goes straight to my cock. “No. Whatever. Take your clothes off if you’re so brave.” He runs a hand down my chest, and my goosebumps redouble, as if nobody ever touched me before.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“He turns to me with surprise on his face. “I didn’t expect you to show.” “Yeah, I didn’t expect me to show, either.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“For a long minute I just lurk there like a creeper and watch. And I like what I see, damn it. Maybe it’s a side effect of the complete destruction of my life, but I am attracted to Luke-fucking-Bailey.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“SinnerThree: The house is empty right now. I dare you to meet me there in 15.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“LobsterShorts: No women for me tonight. SinnerThree: How about men? Motherfucker. Why did I send that? It sounds—no, it is—flirtatious. And I shouldn’t be flirting with this guy. I’m still kicking myself for kissing him last night. That was a stupid move. But the problem with hitting Send is, the other person still gets the message, because you fucking hit Send. LobsterShorts: Is that a dare, Bailey?”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“Christ. Who would’ve thought. Annika Schiffer’s into threesomes? And so is Keaton. I resist the urge to bury my head in my hands again. Keaton is LobsterShorts. This entire time, I’ve been sexting with my goddamn frat brother. Worse, the frat brother who’s running against me in the presidential election. The frat brother I can’t stand.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“We stopped using shot glasses about an hour ago. It’s almost three in the morning, we’re half-naked, still covered in oil, and discussing the fact that I almost fucked my nemesis tonight—these are drink-straight-from-the-bottle times.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“He made me laugh, and then I made him come? If heads blowing off were a real thing, mine would be detonating right now.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“LobsterShorts: Woke up this morning and jerked off to a pic of your abs. And then I thought—I’m jerking off to abs? Why hasn’t that bastard sent me a dick pic yet?”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“You wanted to fuck me. You wanted me to fuck you. You wanted me. You wanted this⁠—” I grab him by the back of the neck and kiss him.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“You need to think of us like a vacation, Hayworth. Vacations feel real enough. But they always end. Like everything good.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“I’m just a guy, standing on a beach in nothing but his
favorite pair of lobster shorts, waiting for the right man to
love me.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“I’m dating the boss’s son, ” I joke as we climb into his
king-sized bed. “Do you think that will be bad for my career in pharmaceuticals?”
Keaton makes an irritable noise and pulls me closer. “I’m dating the frat president. Think that will get me a better lottery number in the room draw?”
“Hey now. I can’t play favorites.”
“I know that, you stickler.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret

“The frat will get over themselves. Your hesitation has nothing to do with any of the excuses you gave me last month. It has everything to do with you being afraid. Of me, of trusting someone. Of loving someone. And I’m telling you, here and now, you don’t have to be afraid. But what you do need to do is decide. Decide if we’re worth the risk.”
― Sarina Bowen, Top Secret