Quote by Cara McKenna Download Open image ““…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”” — Cara McKenna ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“His blue eyes were brimming with affection. Too much affection. It was painful to look at. Like stepping out of a dark building into… — Susannah Nix Copy Share Image
“I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue...” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Her eyes met his and he no longer thought of the unusual shade of blue as strange, but simply enchanting.” — Leigh Ann Edwards Copy Share Image
“His eyes were the brightest, most unnatural blue I had ever seen, a toxic cerulean.” — Courtney Allison Moulton Copy Share Image
“He had these eyes. They were blue and they looked bluer because he had a dark head of hair. They were soulful, in some… — Audrey Bell Copy Share Image
“From this close, she could see the color of his eyes perfectly. They were a misty, shifting blue marbled with gray, like smoke rising… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“His hands massaged my back as I looked into his eyes. His eyes were the strangest color of grey. They were almost a translucent… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently. If the world saw you differently as a result.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“I held up my glass and stared through it, where things looked as distorted as they really were.” — Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
“Still. It’s not all red. I’m not a total whore. Just a partial one. Just a splash of whore.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“It was what she'd been doing in every aspect of her life lately, wanting to hole up in the backseat and not be asked… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“That gooey stuff inside a Boston crème donut. That’s what you smell like. Now I’ll get a hard-on every time I eat one.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Show me,” I said softly, and stroked his hair. “Show me what it feels like, to be wanted by a man, the way you… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“My flatmate’s away for the weekend. If you fancied meeting against every wall in the place.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Okay. We've got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.' She laughed, relieved the night was still young, 'What are you, some kind… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person.… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“It’s a sign of weakness to feel stuff, in prison. To care. To admit you’re lonely, or sad, or that you’re aching for somebody.… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Whatever happened to you being Mr. Control, and me just keeping my pretty mouth shut?” “Guess I like what comes out of your mouth,… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“After a moment’s hesitation, he (Jeremy) asked, “Would you ever ask her to do this for you? Bring another woman in…” He stopped speaking… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“kitchenette, tidy but cast in a sickly glow by the fluorescent bulbs. Dennis looked about fifty, with gold-rimmed glasses and a professorial goatee, and… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
