Quote by Ruthie Knox

“Nice?” he said fiercely. “Nice is a lemonade stand.” He withdrew and thrust deep. “Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not—…

— Ruthie Knox

“After I left here on Saturday, I decided never to see you again.” He was sliding the frittata under the broiler, so she could…

— Ruthie Knox

“Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer?”

— Ruthie Knox

“Have you ever been with a man who d-did those things to you?” His voice had turned husky and dark. “Talked dirty to you?…

— Ruthie Knox

“The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.”

— Ruthie Knox

“Sometimes I can’t think of anything but every wrong thing I’ve ever done.”

— Ruthie Knox

“I thought you didn’t sit,” she said. The dimple appeared. “The way I’ve worked it out, this is the closest thing to a first…

— Ruthie Knox

“I promise you, whatever we are together, it's not a mistake. It's too good to be a mistake.”

— Ruthie Knox

“Nev was the man in the parlor and the painter in his studio, the banker and the rugby player. The boyfriend who bought her…

— Ruthie Knox

“He was a terrible white knight, but she didn’t seem to care.”

— Ruthie Knox

“Just dinner,” Ben said. “And not some kind of perverted thing where I clock you on the head when your back is turned and…

— Ruthie Knox

“I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.” “Don’t reform. I like you bad.”

— Ruthie Knox