Play with Me Quotes

“You are worthy of every single thing you desire, Jennie. Don’t you ever, ever give up your dream, whatever that dream may be.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Then why is he the catalyst that brings every single person I care about to me? How do I know whether these people genuinely like me for me, or if I’m just a convenience because I’m always there?”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Those friends are the family that chose you, that keep choosing you, day in and day out. And you sure as shit don’t stay to learn to stand on your own, because you already fucking soar without anyone’s help.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“If you stay in Toronto, you do it for the right fucking reasons. You stay because you love it, because the job is your dream, more than owning your own studio, than teaching kids to love dance the same way you do.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I love you for who you are, not because of your brother, and sure as shit not because you live four floors below me. You could take that job in Toronto and I’d still love you, and I’d keep loving you for the rest of my life. Because I love you, Jennie.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“After all this time, all this heartache, I’ve finally found my person, my place in this world.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“My mind is a wonderful mess, where all I know is every single part of me lights up with his touch, lets me know that right here with him is exactly where I was always meant to be.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“He’s so sweet, so gentle sometimes it makes my heart ache. He’s never wanted to take anything that didn’t belong to him, but I think this part of me was always meant for him.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I took Susie outside, told her I was in love with the brunette who fell off her chair and then whacked her head off mine, but that I hadn’t even told her yet because I’m a dumbass. Then I said you’d call me a twat-waffle, not a dumbass.” Broad fingertips sweep over my cheekbone, brushing away wisps of hair. “There’s nobody else, Jennie. There never has been and never will be.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“If I were to have seen anything tonight, it would have been a man who had his eyes on you every single time you looked away, someone who’s as equally obsessed as my husband. If you jump, Jennie, I think he’s going to be waiting there to catch you.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Oh wait.” I roll down the window. “I forgot to mention this a couple weeks ago, but your wife wants you to fuck her like you mean it.” Carter stares. “What?” “You cannot poke your baby in the eye, Carter.” He glances at his crotch. “Are you sure? I’m pretty well-endow—” “Stop.” I hold up a hand. “Please stop. My God, what is this life I’m leading?” I sigh. “Okay. Thanks for the car. I’ll take care of her, hopefully. You take care of your wife. Bye. I’m going now. Good-bye.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Wanna borrow a sweater too?” he asks. “You can wear one of mine.” “No thanks.” “You might be cold.” “It’s warm in the arena.” “I can see your belly button.” “I can see that your eyes work.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Enough with the sound effects. You’re not fucking race cars.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“You’re so annoying.” “No, you’re annoying!” “I know you are, but what am I?” “Oh good God.” Olivia buries her face behind her hand. “Children,” Mom warns. “Get along.” “You’re lucky I love you,” Carter mutters when he opens the car door for us. “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass.” His face shatters with a wide grin. “Get in the damn car.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“You’re a secret softie, but you like everyone to think you’re a little bit scary, that you’re unshakable. “But here’s the thing, Jennie. You don’t have to be strong and confident all the time. You’re allowed to have insecurities, to be afraid, to feel lonely. Those things don’t make you weak; they make you human.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I was just a girl, someone who longed for acceptance, intimacy, and I latched onto what he gave me. It wasn’t love; it was a lesson learned.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“But I think you are my family,” he finally replies softly, urging my gaze to his, patient and kind, full of compassion. “The guys, Cara, Ollie … they’re the family I found here, the one I chose, and I think you’re part of it, too, now. I want you to be, at least. You feel like you belong in it.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Her hands go to her face. She’s screeching. I think I’m crying. “What are you doing?” “Looking for Princess Bubblegum!” I shout. The box I’m crushing against my chest, the one filled with dildos and vibrators, rumbles and shakes, coming alive.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Dad is Adam. Emmett is the bad uncle who sits in the corner, egging us on. Jaxon’s the drunk aunt making out with a random.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Uh, do you need a … hug?” Cautiously, I inch toward her, opening my arms in slow motion. She might, like, bite. I don’t know how this shit works. My sisters are a lot younger than Jennie; their problems are easily solved with hugs.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“the person who’s always in your corner, who sees you with all your walls down and still likes you.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“That’s what a soul mate is. Someone with smooth edges to soften our sharp ones. Someone who fits us so perfectly, vibrates on the same frequency, makes all our best parts shine. And together? Together, everything is exactly the way it’s meant to be.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Simon takes the weapon from my hand, replacing it with a Starburst. I can’t put a Starburst through Krissy’s eye. Plus, it’s a pink one. I’m not wasting that.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I want you to strip me down, render me powerless, and fuck me so hard, until I can’t walk and the shape of your cock is imprinted inside me.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Then how come you knew who I was talking about?”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“You said he wanted me too.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I’ve shown him all of me, and he doesn’t want me.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“I think I want space.”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me

“Mikhail”
― Becka Mack, Play With Me