#keeps

I hate you," Haley mumbled, storming past him to grab a carriage. "You love and adore me," Jason informed her as he deftly snagged her carriage away from her and headed towards the men's department. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #love

Oh my God! I'm engaged! I'm marrying Cole!" "What?!" Livia squeezed her sister hard. "Let me see. When did this happen? Did you tell Dad? When is it going to be? How did he propose?" The men stopped their congratulatory handshake to stare at the speed-talking ladies. "Last night, not yet, four weeks from today, naked!" Kyle blurted in response The girls became a moving, jumping circle of hug. "Cole, you popped the question in your birthday suit?" Blake teased. Cole put his face in his hands. "Did not think she would share that bit of information. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#cole #debra-anastasia #kyle #livia #poughkeepsie

So you’re the music note, Beckett’s obviously the knife, who’s the cross?” She stroked Blake’s tattoo. “You’re about to find out. We’re headed to church.” Blake leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Of course we are. That makes perfect sense.” From hell to heaven. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

He glared accusingly at her while he made short work of his clothes. "You didn't wake me up." She rolled her eyes as she speared a piece of sausage with her fork. "I did wake you up. Three times in fact. Each time you threw something at me and went back to sleep." Jason gaped at her. "And you gave up? You know our routine, woman. You have to keep at it until I'm forced to get off the bed to find something to throw at you. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #fact

She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean is nothing beyond the level we were at last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean is no actual sex." He narrowed his eyes on her. "But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked in a serious tone. "Yes." He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her eyes. "And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?" Her lips twitched. "Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other." He sighed wearily. "Fine, how about Lord and Master?" "Uh...no." "God?" "Nope." "My liege?" "Wait.....no." He gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I'll wear you down eventually. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #cooking

That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming. ↗

— Joseph Barbera

#dreaming #going #hoping #inventing #keep

I'm so in control of my life, you shouldn't dislike anything I do-because I'm not only in the best place I've ever been, but it keeps getting better and better. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#been #best #better #control #dislike

She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot. ↗

— Mark Twain

#keeps #kind #parrot #person #quite

Ambition never is in a greater hurry that I; it merely keeps pace with circumstances and with my general way of thinking. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

#circumstances #general #greater #hurry #i

A first-rate organizer is never in a hurry. He is never late. He always keeps up his sleeve a margin for the unexpected. ↗

— Arnold Bennett

#first-rate #his #hurry #keeps #late