“Mal!""What?""Close the door down there and lock it," David yelled. "Don't you come up here under any circumstances. Not till I tell you it's okay. Understood?"There was a pause then Mal yelled back. "What if there's a fire?""Burn.”
―
Kylie Scott,
Lick
“Love isn’t always smooth or straightforward. It can be messy and painful … Doesn’t mean it isn’t still the most incredible thing that can ever happen to you.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“It’s not fair that you remember and I don’t.”“No,” he said, his voice hard, cold, in a way I hadn’t heard it. He looked over at me, jaw set. “It’s not fair that I remember and you don’t, Evelyn.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“We’ve broken my bed,” I said, stating the obvious.“In battle, sacrifices must be made, pumpkin.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Hello, Anne’s clitoris. It’s me, Malcolm, your lord and master.” “Oh, god, no.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please don’t.” “Shh. This is a private conversation.” He brushed hot, feverish kisses up and down the lips of my sex. My stomach tensed so hard it hurt. “Look at you all pretty, pink, and excited. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“I’m healthy. I eat fruit.”“In pie doesn’t count.” ― Kylie Scott, Lead
“Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?” “Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Seriously, I fucking love your wife, man. She's awesome. Can I have her?” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“They’re mocking us,” I said. “Nonsense. We just fucked so hard we broke your bed. They wish they were us. The natural order of sexual status has been restored.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Life’s a song, Anne. Let’s play.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“What do I taste like?”“Well, like honey and cream and … I dunno, bread?”I scrunched up my nose. “Bread?”“Yes. Sexy bread that I could eat all the time because you are so delicious and full of wholegrain goodness.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“So, come on,” he said softly, taunting me. “What’s the plan here, Ev? How were you going to convince me?”“Oh. Well, I was um … I was going to seduce you, I guess. And see what happened. Yeah…”“How? By complaining about me buying you stuff?”“No. That was just an added bonus. You’re welcome.”He licked his lips, but I saw the smile. “Right. Come on then, show me your moves.”“My moves?”“Your seduction techniques. Come on, time’s a-wasting.” I hesitated and he clicked his tongue, impatient. “I’m only wearing a towel, baby. How hard can this be?” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“I started getting Mal's texts just before lunch.Mal: AwakeAnne: MorningMal: Going for a run with JimAnne: Have fun!Mal: Back from run having lunch...Mal:Your taste in music sucksAnne: ThanksMal: Seriously, we need to talk it's that bad. Everything apart from Stage Dive needs to go.Anne: Wait. What are you doing?Mal:Fixing it.Anne: Mal, WTH are you doing?Mal: Making you new playlist wih decent shit. RelayAnne: K ThanksMal: Bored againMal: Ben's coming over to play HaloAnne: Great! But you don't have to tell me everything you do, MalMal: Davie says communication's importantMal: When are you on the rag? Davie said to find out if you want cupcakes or ice creamAnne: I want to not talk about this everMal: Bored. Ben's lateMal: Let's get a dogAnne: Apartment has no pets ruleMal: Nice green lace braAnne: Get out of my drawers, Mal.Mal: Matching panties?Anne: GET OUT NOW.Mal: :)Mal: sext meMal: Some on it'll be funnyMal: Plz?Mal: High level of unhealthy codependency traits exhibited by both parties relationship possibly bordeing on toxicAnne: WTF?Mal: Did magazine quiz. We need help- Especially youAnne:...Mal: Booking us couples counseling. Tues 4:15 alright?Anne: We are not going to counseling.Mal: What's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?Anne: Turning phone off now.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“I married you, Evelyn, because you made sense to me. We make sense. We're a whole lot better together than apart.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“What happened to the rest of my clothes?”“They left,” he said, face serious.“You took them?”He shrugged. “You wouldn’t have been comfortable sleeping in them.”“How on earth did you manage to get my bra off without waking me?”“He gave me a sly smile. “I didn’t do anything else. I swear. I just … removed it for safety reasons. Underwire is dangerous.” ― Kylie Scott , Lick
“...you know you can fly. If you can't, imagine the thrill of the fall.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“Do you actually state what a pain in the ass I am in these songs?”“Not those words exactly. No.” He chuckled, his good humour returned. “You don’t want me to lie and say everything’s always fucking unicorns and rainbows, do you?” “Maybe. Yes. People are going to know these are about me. I have a reputation as a constant delight to protect.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“The truth is, I’m all about you, Lena. You’re my best friend. You’re my girl.” ― Kylie Scott, Lead
“Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don’t have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Love isn’t always smooth or straightforward. It can be messy and painful … Doesn’t mean it isn’t still the most incredible thing that can ever happen to you.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“It’s not fair that you remember and I don’t.”“No,” he said, his voice hard, cold, in a way I hadn’t heard it. He looked over at me, jaw set. “It’s not fair that I remember and you don’t, Evelyn.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“We’ve broken my bed,” I said, stating the obvious.“In battle, sacrifices must be made, pumpkin.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Hello, Anne’s clitoris. It’s me, Malcolm, your lord and master.” “Oh, god, no.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please don’t.” “Shh. This is a private conversation.” He brushed hot, feverish kisses up and down the lips of my sex. My stomach tensed so hard it hurt. “Look at you all pretty, pink, and excited. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“I’m healthy. I eat fruit.”“In pie doesn’t count.” ― Kylie Scott, Lead
“Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?” “Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Seriously, I fucking love your wife, man. She's awesome. Can I have her?” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“They’re mocking us,” I said. “Nonsense. We just fucked so hard we broke your bed. They wish they were us. The natural order of sexual status has been restored.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“Life’s a song, Anne. Let’s play.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“What do I taste like?”“Well, like honey and cream and … I dunno, bread?”I scrunched up my nose. “Bread?”“Yes. Sexy bread that I could eat all the time because you are so delicious and full of wholegrain goodness.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“So, come on,” he said softly, taunting me. “What’s the plan here, Ev? How were you going to convince me?”“Oh. Well, I was um … I was going to seduce you, I guess. And see what happened. Yeah…”“How? By complaining about me buying you stuff?”“No. That was just an added bonus. You’re welcome.”He licked his lips, but I saw the smile. “Right. Come on then, show me your moves.”“My moves?”“Your seduction techniques. Come on, time’s a-wasting.” I hesitated and he clicked his tongue, impatient. “I’m only wearing a towel, baby. How hard can this be?” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“I started getting Mal's texts just before lunch.Mal: AwakeAnne: MorningMal: Going for a run with JimAnne: Have fun!Mal: Back from run having lunch...Mal:Your taste in music sucksAnne: ThanksMal: Seriously, we need to talk it's that bad. Everything apart from Stage Dive needs to go.Anne: Wait. What are you doing?Mal:Fixing it.Anne: Mal, WTH are you doing?Mal: Making you new playlist wih decent shit. RelayAnne: K ThanksMal: Bored againMal: Ben's coming over to play HaloAnne: Great! But you don't have to tell me everything you do, MalMal: Davie says communication's importantMal: When are you on the rag? Davie said to find out if you want cupcakes or ice creamAnne: I want to not talk about this everMal: Bored. Ben's lateMal: Let's get a dogAnne: Apartment has no pets ruleMal: Nice green lace braAnne: Get out of my drawers, Mal.Mal: Matching panties?Anne: GET OUT NOW.Mal: :)Mal: sext meMal: Some on it'll be funnyMal: Plz?Mal: High level of unhealthy codependency traits exhibited by both parties relationship possibly bordeing on toxicAnne: WTF?Mal: Did magazine quiz. We need help- Especially youAnne:...Mal: Booking us couples counseling. Tues 4:15 alright?Anne: We are not going to counseling.Mal: What's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?Anne: Turning phone off now.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
“I married you, Evelyn, because you made sense to me. We make sense. We're a whole lot better together than apart.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“What happened to the rest of my clothes?”“They left,” he said, face serious.“You took them?”He shrugged. “You wouldn’t have been comfortable sleeping in them.”“How on earth did you manage to get my bra off without waking me?”“He gave me a sly smile. “I didn’t do anything else. I swear. I just … removed it for safety reasons. Underwire is dangerous.” ― Kylie Scott , Lick
“...you know you can fly. If you can't, imagine the thrill of the fall.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“Do you actually state what a pain in the ass I am in these songs?”“Not those words exactly. No.” He chuckled, his good humour returned. “You don’t want me to lie and say everything’s always fucking unicorns and rainbows, do you?” “Maybe. Yes. People are going to know these are about me. I have a reputation as a constant delight to protect.” ― Kylie Scott, Lick
“The truth is, I’m all about you, Lena. You’re my best friend. You’re my girl.” ― Kylie Scott, Lead
“Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don’t have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.” ― Kylie Scott, Play
