Tell Me to Go Quotes

“My hands search for an entrance into his flesh.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“Someone is after you,” he says. “I killed this one but they aren’t going to stop.” I turn to face him. His words don’t make any sense. “What are you talking about?” I ask when he doesn’t elaborate. “I was foolish enough to think that I could protect you,” he says without turning toward me. “Remember when I told you that Ashley asked me to watch out for you?” he asks. I nod. “There’s a contract out on your head.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“There is still a lot you don’t know about me,” he says. I meet his eyes and don’t look away. “But I always pay my debts.” “Okay,” I say. “Also…” He leans over and kisses me.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“But that’s the thing about secrets, if they are forced into a dark place, they find a way”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“What I do know is that when he touches my hand, he rouses every cell in my body. What I do know is that when he intertwines his fingers with mine, I never want to let him go.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“Sometimes, standing still isn’t enough. Sometimes, you have to take a chance. Sometimes, doing something that scares the shit out of you is the only way to move forward.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“Nicholas Crawford is an enigma. I don’t know what he does for a living. I don’t know how he makes his money. I don’t know why he made me that offer. What I do know is that my desire for him is so strong it feels like an addiction.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“I asked him if that’s why I’m here but he didn’t answer.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“Great choice, ma’am.” “Wow, your husband has expensive taste,” Kathy says, taking a glass of Pinot Grigio. It feels like the moment when I should complain about something,”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go

“spend on my shoes, but then has no problem spending money on stuff like this. At least, after it’s all said and done, I still have my shoes.” “My husband is the same way with cars.” We laugh as I deliver his drink back to the table. “Thank you,”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Go