“If I knew how a lot of my relationships would have turned out, I never would have gotten involved in them... And I would have missed out on some of the best times in my life.”
―
L.A. Witt,
Rules of Engagement
“Every time I look at you, I'm either so pissed I can't stand the sight of you or so fucking horny I can't take my eyes off you. I don't think I have to tell you which I prefer.I swallowed. "So which is it now?"I'm looking at you aren't I?” ― L.A. Witt, The Distance Between Us
“I rolled my eyes. “Do all narcotics officers lack basic humancompassion, or were you just not hugged enough as a child?”Trust Me” ― L.A. Witt
“Then why the fuck did you still shoot me?”“Because I fucking well wanted to.” ― L.A. Witt, A Chip in His Shoulder
“...The sex was amazing. And the man made me trip over my own feet. And he had a smile like Ctrl+Alt+Delete on my brain.” ― L.A. Witt, Where There's Smoke
“I didn’t feel guilty about cheating on you back then,” he said quietly. “Or all the times I promised not to do it again and talked you into taking me back.” He paused, glancing at me.I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to lash out at him, but I said I’d hear him out, so I kept my mouth shut. Tightly shut.He cleared his throat. “It was the last time that did my conscience in. Maybe it was some long overdue maturity, maybe it was because it was the longest we’d gone without getting back together after breaking up, but it started eating at me. The longer it went on, the more I missed you, and the more I realized I’d done you horribly wrong from the start.” He closed his eyes for a second. His Adam’s apple bobbed once and then he went on. “When I realized what I’d lost, I was scared to come back and even try to apologize because I was afraid the one time I really, really meant it—” His voice cracked, and he paused, clearing his throat again before continuing. “I was afraid that would be the one time you’d finally had enough and told me to fuck off for the last time. Which I certainly deserved at that point, I just…” He looked at me. “I didn’t think I could face you again because I finally knew just how much I’d hurt you and just how much you had every right to hate me.” ― L.A. Witt, A.J.'s Angel
“Dylan looked at me and matter-of-factly said, "My Dad's smart. Boyfriends are way better than girlfriends." I laughed. "Oh really? And why is that?" The kid wrinkled his nose. "Because girls are gross.” ― L.A. Witt, Where Nerves End
“He grinned, making sure to flash his straight, gleaming teeth, every last one of which I wanted to knock out of his head” ― L.A. Witt, A.J.'s Angel
“If it flies, drives or fornicates, it´s always cheaper to rent it.” ― L.A. Witt, If It Flies
“We burned the midnight oil making love, even if it was just kissing and touching, for hours. It could be a single candle, Fourth of July fireworks, or anything in between.” ― L.A. Witt, A.J.'s Angel
“The tiny focal points of pain still glowed on his nerve endings, like stars coming into view one by one in a dark, bare sky. One by one—in the middle of his buttock, just below his collarbone, on the inside of his thigh—more stars came into focus, each glowing brightly at first before settling into the same intensity as the ones before, slowly forming a constellation.” ― L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov, If It Flies
“He swallowed. “But what if I forget who you are?” “Darren . . .” I brought his hand up to my lips. “Even if you do, I won’t forget who you are.” ― L.A. Witt, Suspicious Behavior
“The world is full of dirty bastards, and I am their king.” ― L.A. Witt
“All the unspoken things that were said with glances and implications. One of the things he liked best about being in a relationship: It always felt like a conspiracy of two.” ― L.A. Witt
“In the office, he was miles above me. In the bedroom, he was on his knees below me. And afterward, when the work day was over and the dust had settled, we landed on level ground.” ― L.A. Witt, Not Safe For Work
“He’d never had sex like this before. Usually it was sweat and panting and driving each other insane until they came. And then maybe they’d collapse together if they liked each other well enough, and maybe they’d catch their breath and do it all over again until sleep took over and tomorrow hurt. This… this was all that and more. Every touch, every kiss, every frantic, trembling movement, added up to something he’d never imagined. This wasn’t the cooperative pursuit of pleasure and orgasms. They held each other, clawed at each other, like they thought they might actually start fusing together. Molecule by molecule, cell by cell, not just getting under each other’s skin but becoming part of each other. One thing that could only become two again if it was broken.” ― L.A. Witt, If The Seas Catch Fire
“If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. What’s your name?” The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei’s gaze. “Who wants to know?” Sergei rolled his eyes. “The guy who’s going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue.” He” ― L.A. Witt, If The Seas Catch Fire
“Letting go of a dream was supposed to be heartbreaking, not liberating. Maybe that meant it hadn’t been a good dream for me after all.” ― L.A. Witt, The Husband Gambit
“He‟d taken that old cliché “tall, dark, and handsome” and made it his little bitch.” ― L.A. Witt, Where Nerves End
“Every time I look at you, I'm either so pissed I can't stand the sight of you or so fucking horny I can't take my eyes off you. I don't think I have to tell you which I prefer.I swallowed. "So which is it now?"I'm looking at you aren't I?” ― L.A. Witt, The Distance Between Us
“I rolled my eyes. “Do all narcotics officers lack basic humancompassion, or were you just not hugged enough as a child?”Trust Me” ― L.A. Witt
“Then why the fuck did you still shoot me?”“Because I fucking well wanted to.” ― L.A. Witt, A Chip in His Shoulder
“...The sex was amazing. And the man made me trip over my own feet. And he had a smile like Ctrl+Alt+Delete on my brain.” ― L.A. Witt, Where There's Smoke
“I didn’t feel guilty about cheating on you back then,” he said quietly. “Or all the times I promised not to do it again and talked you into taking me back.” He paused, glancing at me.I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to lash out at him, but I said I’d hear him out, so I kept my mouth shut. Tightly shut.He cleared his throat. “It was the last time that did my conscience in. Maybe it was some long overdue maturity, maybe it was because it was the longest we’d gone without getting back together after breaking up, but it started eating at me. The longer it went on, the more I missed you, and the more I realized I’d done you horribly wrong from the start.” He closed his eyes for a second. His Adam’s apple bobbed once and then he went on. “When I realized what I’d lost, I was scared to come back and even try to apologize because I was afraid the one time I really, really meant it—” His voice cracked, and he paused, clearing his throat again before continuing. “I was afraid that would be the one time you’d finally had enough and told me to fuck off for the last time. Which I certainly deserved at that point, I just…” He looked at me. “I didn’t think I could face you again because I finally knew just how much I’d hurt you and just how much you had every right to hate me.” ― L.A. Witt, A.J.'s Angel
“Dylan looked at me and matter-of-factly said, "My Dad's smart. Boyfriends are way better than girlfriends." I laughed. "Oh really? And why is that?" The kid wrinkled his nose. "Because girls are gross.” ― L.A. Witt, Where Nerves End
“He grinned, making sure to flash his straight, gleaming teeth, every last one of which I wanted to knock out of his head” ― L.A. Witt, A.J.'s Angel
“If it flies, drives or fornicates, it´s always cheaper to rent it.” ― L.A. Witt, If It Flies
“We burned the midnight oil making love, even if it was just kissing and touching, for hours. It could be a single candle, Fourth of July fireworks, or anything in between.” ― L.A. Witt, A.J.'s Angel
“The tiny focal points of pain still glowed on his nerve endings, like stars coming into view one by one in a dark, bare sky. One by one—in the middle of his buttock, just below his collarbone, on the inside of his thigh—more stars came into focus, each glowing brightly at first before settling into the same intensity as the ones before, slowly forming a constellation.” ― L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov, If It Flies
“He swallowed. “But what if I forget who you are?” “Darren . . .” I brought his hand up to my lips. “Even if you do, I won’t forget who you are.” ― L.A. Witt, Suspicious Behavior
“The world is full of dirty bastards, and I am their king.” ― L.A. Witt
“All the unspoken things that were said with glances and implications. One of the things he liked best about being in a relationship: It always felt like a conspiracy of two.” ― L.A. Witt
“In the office, he was miles above me. In the bedroom, he was on his knees below me. And afterward, when the work day was over and the dust had settled, we landed on level ground.” ― L.A. Witt, Not Safe For Work
“He’d never had sex like this before. Usually it was sweat and panting and driving each other insane until they came. And then maybe they’d collapse together if they liked each other well enough, and maybe they’d catch their breath and do it all over again until sleep took over and tomorrow hurt. This… this was all that and more. Every touch, every kiss, every frantic, trembling movement, added up to something he’d never imagined. This wasn’t the cooperative pursuit of pleasure and orgasms. They held each other, clawed at each other, like they thought they might actually start fusing together. Molecule by molecule, cell by cell, not just getting under each other’s skin but becoming part of each other. One thing that could only become two again if it was broken.” ― L.A. Witt, If The Seas Catch Fire
“If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. What’s your name?” The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei’s gaze. “Who wants to know?” Sergei rolled his eyes. “The guy who’s going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue.” He” ― L.A. Witt, If The Seas Catch Fire
“Letting go of a dream was supposed to be heartbreaking, not liberating. Maybe that meant it hadn’t been a good dream for me after all.” ― L.A. Witt, The Husband Gambit
“He‟d taken that old cliché “tall, dark, and handsome” and made it his little bitch.” ― L.A. Witt, Where Nerves End
