Jock Road Quotes

“You’re so weird sometimes.”
I am. I have no social graces, no idea how to act around a female. Fuck.
Fuck my life.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“I’m blocking the wind because I’m a fortress of strength and steel and goddamn power, and don’t you forget it.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“What are you doing to me? ... I thought I had everything figured out ... I’ve never met anyone who made me want to change.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“I set the pumpkin on the ground between my feet and put my arm around Charlie. Pull her in closer, tucking her under my armpit like I’d do a football – or a pumpkin. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” She hunkers down a little more. “You’re blocking the wind, which is nice.”
I’m blocking the wind because I’m a fortress of strength and steel and goddamn power, and don’t you forget it.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“I kiss his majestic nose again. Again. Loving every second of it, cherishing this moment, hoping to remember it forever, no matter what ends up happening with us. We may not have a happily ever after—only time will tell—but we’re happy now, and I want to touch his soul—and his body. ”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“Jackson’s face turns as red as a beet. “I’m saying’…Shit, I’m saying I want to spend time with you. In a romantic capacity.”
Romantic capacity? Welp, that’s the most unromantic way to put it, but beggars can’t be choosers, and the poor boy looks as if he’s going to shit himself.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“Jackson: Relax lol I’m not asking you out.
He’s not? Well this is awkward. And why does it bother me that he’s not asking me out?
Me: Oh, haha. Sorry.
Jackson: Unless you want me too haha.
Me: I don’t. haha.
Jackson: haha then I won’t.
Me: We’re going to haha ourselves into an idiot coma”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“Tilting my head, letting him hold me as I sit on his naked lap, his dick flaccid and squished beneath my ass. Ah, modern romance…”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“Oh, Charlie, if I were the dating kind… I’d date the hell out of you.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road

“Boobs. Legs. Ass.
She’s a trifecta of feminine perfection…
And she hates my guts.”
― Sara Ney, Jock Road