Four Months, Three Words Quotes

“I’ve had too much alcohol and too little sleep to have a conversation with you.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“It’s not normalcy that just disappeared behind me. It’s Jace.

And now I have to spend the rest of my life knowing I’ll never see him again.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“If looks could kill I would no longer be standing.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“I wouldn’t change it,” he tells me. “Even knowing it all now. How it would end. I still wouldn’t change it, Viv.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“What the hell are you wearing?” he asks in greeting.

“I thought the campus playboy would know what lingerie looks like,” I reply.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“The stretch of beach we departed from is now just a thin white strip beyond the tranquil waters that surround us. A carpet of shimmering blue stretches endlessly around us, marred only by the occasional whitecap.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“I thought Jace Dawson would be the perfect candidate for a college fling. Experienced, unattached, uncaring. Someone I could barely stand but was insanely attracted to.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“We’re so close I can feel the pull of oxygen entering and carbon dioxide leaving his lips.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“As I try to picture my own wedding the image that forms is absent of any details regarding the flowers or dress. The only thing I can picture with absolute clarity is the face I want waiting for me at the end of the aisle.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“We sway slowly as I observe the other laughing couples on the dance floor, framed by the weathered wooden beams and twinkling lights above us.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“Jace looks over at me. “I’m not sure it’s the best idea to subject a helpless horse to someone with your lack of coordination,” he says solemnly.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“So this is where the great Jace Dawson grew up, huh?”

“It is,” Jace replies. “What do you think?” His voice is teasing, but there’s a slight undercurrent of uncertainty I’m surprised I detect.

“I love it,” I tell him honestly. “Definitely an improvement from my double in Kennedy Hall.” And much homier than the palace I grew up in.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“Jace Dawson is the last person who I should be entrusting with my secrets, and yet I can’t seem to lie to those slate colored eyes.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“I don’t think I’m the one who should be worried about breaking hearts,” is all he says in response.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“I don’t move, feeling disoriented by the rapid shift of events that have taken place over the last few minutes. Embarrassment, anger, hurt, and confusion swirl and mix with the remnants of lust.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“Unfortunately, his silence allows me to focus on other, inconvenient details, like the way he smells like pine and clean laundry. His bare hand brushes mine at one point, and I experience a startling rush of heat.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“Aren’t you good enough to throw it to me with minimal effort on my part?” I ask grouchily.

“I could make a trained monkey look like a first-round draft pick,” Jace replies confidently.

“Great, why don’t we find one of those for you to practice with instead?”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“He’s the guy you collided with on the first day of the semester,” Katie whispers to me. “Remember?”

As if I could ever forget.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“I spend the rest of the day thinking about Jace Dawson, and it irks me.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“You get sick of people telling you what an amazing football player you are? I’m shocked.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“Do you know who that was?” she asks when I reach her side.

“An arrogant jerk?” I fume.

“Jace Dawson!” Katie exclaims. I can practically see the stars in her eyes.

“That name means nothing to me,” I tell her.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“Faced with recent revelations, I feel as though I’m clutching a bunch of balloons whose strings have just been snipped, and am stuck watching the colorful circles float away with no chance of ever recovering them.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words

“My days as a princess now have a set expiration date. The countdown to becoming a queen has begun.”
― C.W. Farnsworth, Four Months, Three Words