Only One Bed Quotes

“A second later, he turns back again. “It might be too soon, but I do want you to. I want you to fall violently in love with me.” “All right.” My heart is thundering. “But I want that, too. You, in love with me. Wildly in love with me. I want that more than anything.” “You’ll get it, Abbie girl.” He stares at me with an almost silly, lopsided grin. “All right, then. We’ll figure out all the components of love, yeah? And we’ll piss off our families while we do it.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“Reed gently nips my bottom lip. “I like it when we aren’t enemies.” “No,” I say, “we still are.” “Dammit. Still?”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“But instead he shaved his jaw smooth. As if he’s planning to do something with his face soon and doesn’t want his stubble tearing up delicate skin while doing it. I’m not sleepy anymore. I might never sleep again.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“I try to ignore him. But oh, it’s hard. Because he’s big and intense and smells like pine—and he’s kind. So who wants to climb him like he’s a giant Christmas tree? Surprise, surprise. It’s me.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“But slap my ass and call me Jon Snow, because it turns out I knew nothing at all.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“She hisses. “Ouch, you little shit! Get off my tit.” What the fuck is she accusing me of? All my good intentions fly out the window. “My hands aren’t anywhere near you, woman. I wouldn’t touch Walker tit if you paid me.” “Aw, you won’t? Golly-gosh darnit. That was item number one on my Christmas list: pay Reed Knowles to tiddle my tits. I guess I’ll go cry pitiful tears in the bathroom.” It’s too early and too dark to see anything, but her sarcasm is sharp enough to slice steel. She doesn’t wait for my response.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“Thank you,” says a Knowles man to a Walker woman. Holy crap. It’s a Christmas miracle. “You can thank me by leaving as soon as you’re able to.” “That I can promise,” he says.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed

“He gives me a scowling look of disbelief. As if I’ve just said something incredibly stupid. “That’s not something I can promise. That’s not something anyone can promise.” “Sure you can. You’re just not trying hard enough. You will not ruin my Christmas.” “You said I was already ruining it. So maybe you’re the one not trying hard enough. You don’t seem very cheery to me.” “Oh, I was cheery. Before you arrived, I was having a jolly time—and I’m determined to have the best Christmas ever. I can’t do that if you’re dead.” No, that’s not right. “I can’t do that if you’re dead and still here. So you’ve got three days to get better and leave.”
― Kati Wilde, Only One Bed