Rare Quotes

“Alex pressed his lips to Noah’s. The kiss was savage. Alex was claiming Noah. This time for good, and he didn’t want Noah to have any doubt about the fact that Alex was there to stay.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“The look in Alex’s eyes made Noah want to cry. He knew right then and there with unparalleled certainty that Alex was the one. He’d thought it once before, on that long-ago July day in Portland. In the following years, he’d tried to convince himself that he’d imagined it all. But he knew. Had always known. Alex was his everything.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Say that again,” he whispered. “The sucking part?” Alex teased. “No. The sweetheart part.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“You’re the only one I’ve ever been with,” Noah whispered. Alex felt like the world stopped turning. “There’s been nobody else in all these years?” he asked in a choked voice. Noah shook his head. “I want you. All I’ve ever wanted is you.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Noah met Alex’s gaze without hesitation, chest rising and falling with each heaved breath. “Giving you up felt like a part of me died.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Stop saying that!” Alex took a couple of deep breaths. “I love you. Doesn’t that count for anything?” Noah closed his eyes, tears leaking out from the corners. “In a perfect world,” he whispered, “it counts for everything.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Alex smiled against Noah’s lips. This whole trip felt too good to be true. For the first time in his life, Alex felt like he belonged somewhere. Belonged to someone. It felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest from happiness.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“What do you want to do?” he asked Noah breathlessly in between kisses. Noah looked at him with a dazed expression. “Anything,” he said. “Everything.” Alex laughed. “You giving me free rein, sweetheart?” The endearment just rolled off his tongue like it was the most natural thing to say to Noah. Noah sucked in a breath and nodded without hesitation.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Alex let go. Fuck the consequences. They were most likely going to hurt, but a fighter jet couldn’t have pulled him away from Noah right then. After all, giving in to temptation was what Alex did best.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“No. Listen. You’re an orange. If people only scrape the surface, they don’t like the taste, right? It’s all bitter and acidic, and not very enjoyable. But if you peel the thing, it’s delicious.” Noah looked proud and smug at the same time as he poked Alex’s cheek with his finger. “You’re. An. Orange.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Are you being a Chandler and using humor as a defense mechanism?” Alex raised his brows and tipped an imaginary hat in Noah’s direction. “Touché.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Are you being a Chandler and using humor as a defense mechanism?”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“One more thing,” he said. “Oh good. More rules.” “Noah is off-limits.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“Aww, man, you’re one of those money-doesn’t-buy-happiness types, aren’t you?” “And you’re one of those, it’s-better-to-cry-in-a-Lamborghini-than-on-a-bus types, huh?”
― Briar Prescott, Rare

“This here might not be where you planned to be, but sometimes life leads us to where we have to be.”
― Briar Prescott, Rare