I’m pretty sure his kisses are the best form of dieting there is, because every time his lips touch mine, I forget all about the fact that I’m starving.
You can’t pursue the willing, Fallon.
Do you even have a job, Ben? I can’t believe I don’t know that about you. I let you fondle my breasts and I don’t even know what you do for a living.
If we were friends, I would do something to comfort him. Maybe grab his hand and hold it. But there’s too much inside me that wants to be more than his friend, which means we can’t be friends at all. If an attraction is present between two people, those two people can only be one of two things. Involved or not involved. There is no in-between.
Have I mentioned I’m not much of a morning person?
Never forget those who paved the way before you. Never stop trying to better the world for those who will inhabit it after you.
I seem to have a one-track mind, and that track leads straight to the two things I shouldn’t even be thinking about right now. Her boobs. Both of them.
He’s put his scars on full display for you, and you need to show him the respect he showed you by not turning away from them.
No matter how hard you try, things don’t always turn out the way you wish they could.
Did I mention he was wearing a onesie? I’m talking a legit, full-grown man in a SpongeBob onesie.
His mouth, coupled with the way his hand is sliding down my arm, is all too much. So much. Good much. So good. I just whimpered.
You’re beautiful. Every inch of you is so beautiful.
But the only thing that makes me sad – the biggest thing – is that I think about you every second of every day and I don’t know how to get over you.” “Don’t,” I beg her. “Please don’t get over me.
She’s startled by my words. I think she expected me to let her go without a fight, but she’s not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.
Loving someone doesn’t just include that person, Ben. Loving someone means accepting all the things and people that person loves, too.
I can see the gentle roll of her throat as she swallows, but just as fast as she let her guard down, it flies back up. “Good luck with that,” she says, facing forward again. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be the first guy to ever compete with hiimself over the affection of a girl.” “Maybe so,” I say as we pull into my driveway. “But my money’s on me.
It’s weirding me out, to be honest. Is this the moment you break the ultimate boyfriend illusion and tell me you knocked up my cousin while we were on a break?
He inhales a shaky breath while looking down at my mouth. ‘You make it so hard to breathe.
In her darkness, she is silent. In my darkness, she screams.
People can’t miss what they’ve never been introduced to.