Reese Quotes

“Having myself as my own form of entertainment really sucks sometimes. I can be a real whiny bitch.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“Why do chicks do that? Why do we have to be bitches to each other just for having the same taste in men? Shouldn’t we fist bump? Pass off the proverbial cock baton? Why can’t she just be like, you know what? I enjoyed that ride, and now you will too. Good for you, livin’ your best life. If you break up, message me and we’ll talk shit together, kthxbai.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“What’s wrong, Reese?” “Nothing.” “Baby.” God, that word. I blow out a breath. “Fine. I haven’t been human in five years, Luca.” “Yeah...I’m aware. What does that have to do with this?” A blush slinks up my chest and cheeks like a creeping vine. “Well…” God, he’s going to make me say it. I clear my throat, as if the words can sneak out better that way. “My cooter is looking like a thatched cottage.” He frowns. “What?” “There’s been a Sasquatch sighting.” He just looks at me incredulously. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I’m friggen hairy, okay?”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“Forgive me, rabbit, for I have sinned. It’s been five days since my last orgasm.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“There’s no shame in drilling things yourself when the contractor is out.” Gosh, this is uncomfortable. “We do what we gotta do. We can take care of business ourselves, am I right?” she says, holding up a fist.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“It’ll be like my very own knapsack. A ratsack? A knaprat? Whatever. The point is, I’m like Santa Claus—if Santa Claus was a rat and carried all his toys in a pair of boxers that he stole for himself.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“To my delight, the man undies are a jumbled mess. They aren’t folded or rolled or placed in the drawer in any sort of organized way. Which means the entire drawer is basically just like a cozy, squishy, surprisingly nice-smelling bed. I just want to curl up and take a nap in here. My rat dive-bombs into it like she’s swimming in a pool, tunnels through one, and pops back up with a pair wrapped around our body. Pleased, my rat starts climbing out. Oh, okay. I guess we’re stealing a pair of boxers. Lovely.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese

“Can I have that back?” he asks with a smirk. I startle at that question. Have it back? Yeah, that’s not happening. It’s in my mouth. On my tongue, covered in my spit. That’s basically the same thing as licking it, so that makes it mine. I have it on good authority that’s how things work.”
― Raven Kennedy, Reese