Drilled Quotes

“I wonder how he’d feel about the offer of a friendship hand job? Is that a thing? How about a bestie blowie? Platonic anal?”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“Nah.” He waves me off. “Thanks, but I’m officially over set-ups. I’ve already decided that I’m just going to marry the next big, burly dude who brings in a shoebox of orphaned bunnies.” “That’s oddly specific.” I smile. “You’ve gotta know what you want,” he says seriously.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“You were basically making out with Rudy and Nards before we left the house this morning,” Dare points out. “So?” “So, they lick their own assholes.” “And I lick your asshole. Let's all stop pretending we're somehow superior to dogs,” Stone says, and his reasoning does kind of check out, not that I’d ever admit that.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“The silence in the room after all of that feels almost deafening. Maybe because it’s the sound of the realization that sex that good isn’t the kind of thing friendships come back from. So where does that leave us exactly?”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“I missed you.” I turn my head to look at him, but he stares stubbornly at the sky. I want to tell him I missed him too and that he’d better not walk out of my life again because the last fifteen years were fucking torture. None of those words make it past my brain-to-mouth filter. Instead, I give a low grunt. He chuckles and grabs my hand fully. “Aw, you big softie,” Ridge teases because he gets me. He always has.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“I forgot how much I missed his ability to talk for hours and pass the time without any expectation for me to do the same. Damn, he gets me.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“I sat out on that fire escape, and I cried, and I laughed, and I met myself for the first time in my life. And the next thing I knew, the sun was rising, and it was my wedding day.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“Who the fuck do you think you are kissing me like that and then just walking away?” “Who the fuck do you think you are kissing me back like that when you’re straight?” he challenges in return, spinning on me with heat simmering in his eyes. “No,” I snap back. “I’m not.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“This fucking thing probably has a driver’s license, its own address, maybe a 401K. It’s a goddamn beast. I’m pretty sure it was an extra in the movie Eight Legged Freaks, and I’m not too proud to admit that the sounds that echo from my mouth at this moment are nothing short of ultrasonic.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“Hell, he’s the template for my type, after all. He was my first crush, the reason I realized I was gay to begin with when I was twelve. Well, him and David Hasselhoff. Don’t judge. The Hoff was hot on Baywatch when I was barely a teenager.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“I’m on autopilot as I find my bed and fall into it fully clothed, my heart in my throat and my thoughts spinning. I think I might be gay.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“I’m panicking because, in twelve hours, I’m supposed to be marrying his sister, and I’ve never had this guttural, desperate, so-horny-I-almost-can’t-breathe reaction to her.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“Camp Morningwood”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled

“Oh, you know, former best friend, responsible for my sexual awakening even though he doesn’t know it, unrequited love, hates my guts…tale as old as time.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Drilled