Quotes from After Midnight

“I don’t know you, not because I didn’t ask the right questions, but because you never trusted me enough to let me in. You’re right about me, I want more. I want all of you.”
― Sarah Grimm, quote from After Midnight

“I don’t know you, not because I didn’t ask the right questions, but because you never trusted me enough to let me in. You’re right about me, I want more. I want all of you.”
― Sarah Grimm, quote from After Midnight

“For two weeks, he’d come here after putting in a twelve-hour day at the studio. Two long weeks of watching, aching. And for what? Isabeau Montgomery wanted nothing to do with him. She had him completely at her feet, and she didn’t even know it. Hell, had she known, she most likely wouldn’t care.”
― Sarah Grimm, quote from After Midnight

“The girl you’re looking for no longer exists. She died thirteen years ago. The woman who’s left, she’s just a bartender.”
― Sarah Grimm, quote from After Midnight

“When I finally get you alone, with no one to interrupt us and no where to be...It isn't going to be fast.”
― Sarah Grimm, quote from After Midnight

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