The Wild One Quotes

“Being comfortable with someone is sexy. It means you trust that they don’t need a phony, Instagram version of you to want to be with you.” He grabs the t-shirt and pulls it off over my head, leaving me in my nude colored nursing bra. “Comfort is sexy because comfort is trust, and there is nothing hotter than a beautiful woman who trusts you.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“But I want him to come for his son, not for me. I have absolutely zero desire to see that cheating prick with a small dick and a big ego. Those proportions just don’t work for me anymore.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“My entire body aches from how terrifying my sudden realization is: no matter what happens with that fucking test, no matter who I end up being, at this moment, I know exactly who I am. Theirs.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“Folding laundry, watching the game, and my family in the other room. I touch the tattoo on my chest and think of my dad. “You’d love them,” I say, feeling a sizzling moment of connection touching the tattoo. “And I miss you.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“A father is someone who loves and cares for their child. And what makes them theirs is that love and care.” Tears stain my cheeks. “That’s Beau.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“But I manage to stop sexually assaulting her with my eyes because Jett is in my arms. I fish my finger into his palm, gently prying him from my nose where he’s currently clutching.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“He tells me about the time when he was seven years old and had the flu. He trusted his gas and his body broke that trust.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“You said you know what this is.” “I did,” she whispers, bright blue eyes flicking back and forth between mine. “You don’t know what this is to me, Beck. But I’m going to show you. I’m going to prove to you that everything you think I want is so fucking wrong. I’ll show you what I want because I can tell right now it’s not clear.” I lean in and lower my voice to just above a whisper. “I don’t want anything to be temporary with us.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“He reaches into his pocket, passing me his closed fist. I tap his fingers and they uncurl, revealing a familiar purple box. I twist my gaze to read it. LANOLIN NIPPLE CREAM. My eyes widen as I look up at him. “This got stuck in your shopping cart. I figured you needed it.” “I do,” I say, slowly taking the box of nipple cream from his hand while our eyes stay tangled together in an extremely electric moment. I swear, sparks are popping off around us. Why am I picturing those blunt fingertips smearing the cream into my hardened nipples, breasts aching and full, our mouths barely touching as he does. Holy shit.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One

“You look so good that I actually got a little nervous seeing you,” I admit as we share a really long and much needed hug. She smells so good, like lattes, cream rinse conditioner, and sleeping in. Like happiness and freedom. I miss all of those smells. But baby smell is pretty awesome.”
― Daisy Jane, The Wild One