Brutally Beautiful (Beautiful #1)

All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire. Aristotle

Because Lainey, you somehow soothe the chaos that’s inside me.  You heal me.

Coitus Interruptus!” I screamed.  “Stop and put your hands where I can see them.

Everything that happened…to me…is stained here,” I whispered, touching my hand to my heart. “It will forever be in my heart, but what I want … is to move it over a little so I can fit you in there too.

Everything that happened…to me…is stained here,” I whispered, touching my hand to my heart. “It will forever be in my heart, but what I want, Sam, is to move it over a little so I can fit you in there too.

I appreciate your invitation, but I believe that every time that Fran of yours speaks to me, he’s actively trying to annihilate every last one of my brain cells.

If I’m not good enough because I’m a waitress, don't settle for me, don't sink down to my level. You don't deserve anything I have to offer. Let that shit hurt for a hot minute, simmer in it then leave me the fuck alone.

I’m falling in love with you … and I’m going to let you destroy me.

I’m not surprised, nor could I bring myself to give any fucks about the situation. Seriously, my fucks had been all used up already.

It felt…it felt like I had never had sex before.  Yeah, yeah, I know how damn crazy that sounds, but…it was the first time the flesh beneath me came with heat, and scent.  It was the first time I noticed the taste of someone, the touch that only she gave; the tingle that only her breath could cause on the surface of my skin.

I think the truth is that we are in love with the fantasy of being that one person who could inspire, arouse, or affect someone who is so untouchable to the rest of the world.  It makes us feel special; like we’re the diamond in the rough, the one in a million, the one that everyone else couldn’t be, and do what everyone else couldn’t do.  Imagine being that significant to someone?  To never have to doubt that he loves you, or needs you, or more importantly, wants you more than any other.

It's a condom, Kade, because if you're going to act like a dick, you might as well dress like one.

It’s a condom, Kade, because if you’re going to act like a dick, you might as well dress like one,

I want you to introduce me to all of them, because I think I finally found someone whose demons would play nice with my own.

Kade caught the condom with a quick flick of his hand.  Yeah, great reflexes for a drunk, right?  He arched his eyebrows up at me.
“It’s a condom, Kade, because if you’re going to act like a dick, you might as well dress like one,” I explained, smiling so wide my cheeks actually hurt.

Kade: “Fuck.  Are your eyes green?”
Lainey: “Yes.  Scandalous isn’t it?  Maybe I should poke them out for you and insert a color of your choice?  Are you against all green-eyed waitresses taking your orders, or am I the only lucky one?

Lainey, just dip it in the sauce. This sauce is delicious. You have to try it. Dip it in the sauce. Just dip it in the sauce," he pushed.

Mr. Grayson, your charm is showing. You might want to tuck it back in,” she said, standing up. 

No matter how badly it was going to hurt, I didn’t want to be anywhere but with Lainey. Let her crush me. Let her destroy me. There wasn’t much good left of me, but I wanted her to take every last bit.

She’s so different.  She doesn’t have to get naked to get a man’s attention. She just has to walk in a room, glide in with her watery movements, and when she speaks, it’s of substance. You fucking want, no…you need to listen.  She’s profound.  It’s ruthless on my soul.  She is a woman who still blushes when a man looks at her. She’s not a child, you know she’s lived some sort of difficult life and the mystery of her is breaking me.  I want her to crack and break in my hands. I want to open her up and gut her.

So, Francine seems sweet.” -Kade
“I wouldn’t know, Mr. Grayson.  I haven’t tasted him yet.  However, if I do get the pleasure of that, I will let you know how sweet it is.” -Lainey

Suddenly, I developed an acute case of Tourette’s syndrome, “Fuck! That fucking-shit-son-of-an-ass-monkey-dick-weasel!

There, I said it.  We’re all adults here, right?  I mean, I shouldn’t be ashamed. I’ve already told you my panties were wet, so my dignity was out the window.

This bitch was giving me writer’s block.”
-Kade

This…this is just a morbid filled ice cream cone dipped in psycho flavored sprinkles.

Those green irises were like gentle pools of brilliant meadows of sage and green-envy coneflowers swaying in a warm breeze.
HOLY fuck. What the hell sort of poetry was that dribbling out of my twisted brain?

Why?  What’s your problem?” he asked, like this would be a surprise to him.
“What’s my problem?  You’re acting like a bitch, and if I wanted a bitch, I would have adopted a dog.”  I walked away from him as he mumbled something about writer’s block and stupid green eyes.

Yeah, I was going to follow her.  Staying away from her was not an option.  I would have to staple myself to the damn seat to stop myself from running after her. Tearing out of the lot, I trailed them for a few miles, hiding myself behind a few other cars. Fran dropped her off at a grocery store.  Psycho me followed her in.

You’re adorable when you’re angry,” he whispered, breathing heavily.
“Oh, really? Then get the hell off me, because I’m about to get gorgeous all over your ass.

You’re adorable when you’re angry,” he whispered, breathing heavily. “Oh, really?  Then get the hell off me, because I’m about to get gorgeous all over your ass.