Bad Wrong Things Quotes

“I want to be seen for who I really am, and loved for it anyway.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Bad things happen to me sometimes, and good things are taken away because of it. I just don’t know if you’re the good thing taken, or the bad-wrong-thing that’s happened to me.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“What-if can’t coexist with right now,”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“That’s because it’s impossible to remember the good while overlooking the bad.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Taking a long drag, I blew the smoke over my shoulder. “I need you to stop seeing me as a kid and start viewing me as an equal. You did for me what many wouldn’t, and you never treated me like less than your own, but you’re not my father.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“I'm fucking drowning in you, Clint.
How can I help?
Hold me under...”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“We were making beautiful what we had eroded, feeding our shared greed to a gluttonous degree.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Funny how the better way becomes transparent only after you’ve dipped your toe into the quicksand.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“This emotional baggage needed to be unpacked before I left Mansfield in my rear-view, and I was on my way to dump it at the feet of the one who’d overpacked the bag in the first place.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“You were my antidote and the loss of you had been killing me slowly,”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“There was a time I believed maturity mended the imperceptible fractures of our hearts that couldn’t be physically touched or seen under a microscope. That I’d hit this magic age and poof, suddenly it would all make perfect fucking sense, and life wouldn’t hurt so bad.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“He’d turned my name into a prayer, and no matter how untamed and how urgent our lovemaking became, his hands on me, his mouth on me…it all translated to worship.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“The mouth and the heart are connected. That’s why words hurt. I’d never give either to anyone but you.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Hair the color of a Raven’s Wing, eyes the color of glaciers,” he whispered.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“When’s the last time you spoke to your mother?” he asked after several false starts. “I checked in a few weeks ago.” I kissed behind his ear on my scenic route to his neck. “But when’s the last time she made the first move?”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Ours. I’d subconsciously thought of everything now as ours. Except him. My brain stored him under mine.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“I’ve never been kissed before.” I reared back, daggering him with shock-filled eyes. “What?” He laced his hands under his head, using them as a pillow. “The mouth and the heart are connected. That’s why words hurt. I’d never give either to anyone but you.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Because it’ll feel too good. Because it’s been too long, and I won’t want it to stop. And I know you won’t stop me. You won’t hold me accountable. And when it all goes bad—” “If…” “It always does, Raven. It always does. I can’t lose my son, and I can’t lose you. Because that’s the same as losing me.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“I don’t know why my brain works like that, or maybe I do, but it’s real, Raven. I’m afraid of the man who’ll be set free if I give in to you.” “Why are you so afraid to try?”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“I wanted to rip his fucking tongue out and spank you for being such a whore.” He released me with a hiss, jumping back and gaping at his trembling hands. “Jesus, Raven. I-I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” I said, rubbing my throat, my dick beating at my zipper for freedom. “This is how I want you, Clint. Unrestrained, callous, and unconcerned with consequences.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“I don’t think a relationship is in the cards for me, Clint.” “Why not?” “My heart’s already spoken for,” I whispered, and for a minute, I thought he got it. I thought I’d underestimated his ability to solve me.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“The bed dipped behind me, and the organ in my chest galloped at a speed that was more unending vibration than a heartbeat. He had a key. “Clint—” “Let me hold you,” he whispered, cupping himself around me, dragging his rough lips back and forth over my shoulder. “Please,” he begged, the word weighty, full of aching.”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“Hair the color of a raven’s wing, eyes the color of glaciers,” he’d said to me more than once, stroking a hand over my widow’s peak, making love to me like I was his possession”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things

“This isn't love, Clint.
Then what is it?
Poison”
― C.P. Harris, Bad Wrong Things