Robyn Carr Quotes

I didn’t want to cry in front of you.”
He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb.
“I want you to cry only in front of me.

Did you miss me?’
“A little bit,” she said with a shrug.
“You have tears running down your cheeks,” he said with a grin. “I think you missed me more than a little.

She has to agree to have me. It could take some time, but I’m confident I can trick her into it.

We’re adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you’re counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.

Until meeting you, I wasn’t looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I’m kind of looking for a girlfriend.

Maybe we’ll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you’re interested, that is.”
She glanced away. “I could think about that.”
He buried his face in her neck. “Think fast

Wow,” she said. “Do you realise how wonderful you sound?”
“Yes, I do,” he said with a firm nod. “And I think I’m underappreciated.

How do you know?”
“Well, I don’t, I’m making this up, but I bet I’m right.

We’ll make out for a while and you’ll feel better.

He tends to go for girls who are-Shelby, honey? Put your hands over your ears for just a sec.” Back into the phone he said, “He likes the real slutty ones. Ow!” he yelled when he received a whop to the back of the head.

However, I have to warn you, I kind of like that you find me irresistible.”
“Did I say that?” he asked, a slight tint creeping up his stubbled cheeks. “I didn’t say that! I find you completely resistible.

Whew,” he said. “You clean up good. You don’t look like the same girl.”
She frowned right before she laughed. “Do women usually thank you for saying things like that?

Your big scary husband is crying.

Marry me. You'll learn to love me, I promise.

What are you doing here?”
All right, he was standing in front of an easel, holding a paint palette and brush. “Taxidermy?” he responded with just a touch of his own sarcasm.

Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.

But you were concerned about making sure things, you know, didn't get serious."
"Yeah, because I'm an idiot.

I like the way you kiss-a couple of test kisses, then a huge kiss.

I am not sleeping with you."
"We could probably manage it, though. Without getting too involved."
"No," she said.
"But why? I mean, if we're trusted friends? And it doesn't interfere with our responsibilities?"
"Did that line ever actually work for you?"
"I can't remember. But it probably did-it's brilliant.

Maybe we could, um, go sit in the truck?" he said, but even as he said it, it sounded so dumb. And not exactly the way he wanted her to remember a marriage proposal.