You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.
He moved to her earlobe and breathed, “First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite.” Blake took his time blowing an elaborate pattern on her stomach, and Livia was pretty sure he’d spelled the word torture.
I feel like I’ve always loved him, and now I just got lucky enough to find him.
Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.
You want to be bad, angel? I can teach you every position it comes in.
Don’t put off happiness you can have today. Tomorrow is a hope, not a promise.
Don’t tie your success to anything other than what’s inside you.
That wasn’t blood. It was love. It pours out of you when you lose faith.
It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient.
Please, baby, you had to know the Devil would be well endowed.
But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.
Listening to him play was like discovering an eagle in the wild. It was tumblingly bewitching. She could feel and hear genius she knew it.
How can it be wrong? Love picks the right path, not the one of least resistance.
I’m not leaving you. Right here, right now is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you. That means I don’t leave. Sorry.
My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you.
Beckett stepped from behind the curtain so he could see Eve’s face clearly. He knew she was beautiful, but the smile on her face for this little girl made him grab the windowsill.
Okay, how’s this? I’ve been to Heaven and Hell. I’ve seen the whole world, but the only thing that makes me want to live is this: being inside you. I love you so much. You’re all I see.
Cole knew what the chemical smell on the cloth over his nose meant. He took one breath, and his last conscious thought was simple: Kyle.