By a Thread Quotes

“You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Look, the point of a relationship isn’t hiding your stupid wounds and flaws. It’s about showing them to someone and letting them still love you. You were able to hurt her because she let you in.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Can I get you a drink?” Rude Sex Hair was back. “I don’t know. Can you?” I shot back. “We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?” She was saying the words nicely. Sweetly even. “I’ll have a—” “Unsweetened iced tea,” she filled in for me. Bitter. Boring. Bland.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“You stick to your ring of hell, and I’ll stick to mine,” I agreed. “Perfect solution.” She yanked the conference room door open.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Maybe. I don’t know. Being around you feels like a never-ending boxing match, and I keep getting hit in the nuts.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Don’t overestimate my control or underestimate your appeal, Ally.” And just like that, I was back in Put Your Dick in Me Town. “Geez, Dom.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“You type like a Clydesdale.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams. She showed you her nightmare, and you walked”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“He was leaking precum like it was a competitive sport. And I. Was. Here. For. It.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“This hormone thing,” he said, gently wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “How long does it last?” “I guess we’ll find out,” I sobbed.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“I tapped the folder again. Debating. What the hell. I had a few minutes for an argument.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“There’s a fine line between annoyance and ‘damn, I really want to get that naked,’” he pointed out.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“We’re both on dates, and you’re telling me that if I quit my job—a job that is essential to my family’s survival—that you’ll be happy to fuck me,” I summarized.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“You have too many annoying opinions.” “Take it up with your mother,” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t we play a game where we sit in silence for the entire ride back?”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Just keep being your belligerent self, and sooner or later, my mother will realize she made a terrible mistake.” “I don’t know about that. She kept you around.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Is this one of those places where you pay people to be assholes to you?” I asked my mother. “Oh, honey. I’m doing this for free.” Sex Hair batted thick lashes in my direction. I opened my mouth to destroy her.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“I basked in her disdain.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Give me a couple of minutes.” And the rest of your life.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Tacos and home renovation supplies with an entrepreneur, a male exotic dancer, and a drag queen on her day off. Just another glamorous day in the life.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“What can I do for you, boss?” “Just keep being your belligerent self, and sooner or later, my mother will realize she made a terrible mistake.” “I don’t know about that. She kept you around.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“By the way, from my sex to yours, a dick pic is not the right way to start a conversation.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“I really needed to stop consuming dairy products. This had to be some kind of hormonal effect from too much glorious cheese.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Is DEFCON One or Five worse?” I asked in a squeak.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“We ended up in a tangle on the floor. The tile cooling heated skin. Muscles still shaking. Dominic stroked a hand over my hip. “I think I pulled a hamstring,” he whispered. “I think you impregnated my lungs.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Panic danced its way down my spine. If he walked in here and demanded to see me, I didn’t trust myself to not do something stupid. It was fifty-fifty on whether I’d punch him in the face or just go straight for his zipper with eager hands.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“I’m not looking for anything,” I insisted, nerves getting the best of me. “I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.” “What are you saying?” I squeaked. “I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“Harry was silent, and I looked up. He was sniffing the air. “You smell that?” he asked. I knew where this was going. “I do not.” “I do. It’s strong. Here. Let me waft it toward you,” he said, flicking his hands at me. “That’s the smell of bullshit.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“A junior editor chirped in my ear about canary yellow sundresses and Cuban photoshoots while the January wind worked its icy fingers through my layers. I navigated the curb buried under foot-tall piles of what used to be snow. Now it was gray slush frozen into dirty, depressing clumps.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread

“I’d offer to help you with him, but I hate you.”
― Lucy Score, By a Thread