Christian placed a hand over my heart, his gaze reeling me in. “Don’t you know? You’re my home, Precious. Always will be.
The line between good and evil is invisible, and if you cannot sense where it is, it won’t take long to cross it. Aspire to be something greater than just a shadow of yourself.
Home is not a place – it’s the people you love and the time that you inhabit.
I felt a connection with him that time never erases with someone you know, like when you hear a song on the radio and all those old feelings of a special time in your life come flooding back. That was Austin – he was my song.
If you keep thinking ahead, you’ll never appreciate what’s in front of your face.
Never trust the quiet ones.
Then again, maybe we’re all a little broken and just trying to find the glue that’ll hold us together.
For the record, my cock can only be measured in decibels from the screams of the female it pleasures.
Actions speak louder than words, and nothing but honey drips from your mouth.
The length of your life doesn’t guarantee a better quality of life.
You move your arms a lot when you talk. Just remember we’re holding hands, and that makes us look like a couple of idiots out here playing London Bridge.
She leaned forward with a fragile smile. “I want a man who looks at me as if no other woman matters. I won’t settle for anything less, and that’s why I’ll remain eternally single. We’re all searching for someone who doesn’t exist.
Sometimes rules have to be broken; sometimes you have to follow your heart. Sometimes doing what you’re told isn’t always the right thing to do. I’m sure we wouldn’t have all these great inventions and philosophies if people always just did what they were told.
What I mean is that you can desire something without letting it be the force of every wrong decision to obtain it.
Never take a ring from a boy unless he’s your prince.
You’re not a knight in shining armor; you’re someone’s confession.” A.
Your skin tastes like the Dead Sea,” he whispered against my neck. I.
As soon as we entered the shop, it smelled like a musty old trunk. Just an ungodly mix of fragrances I couldn’t name. “This is bigger than I thought it would be.” He breezed by me. “And I thought you were a lady.
So noise doesn’t bother you?” “Aye, it bothers me. But I mute out the world until the only sound I can hear is the gentle ticking of your heart.
He didn’t speak, and neither did I. There was an understanding in our touch that transcended words, reminding me that despite all my doubts and apprehensions, I needed him. For reasons I might never understand, Christian filled a void I’d carried since my mother’s death. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch.