I don’t have a home to go back to anymore, Rose.” I stopped, but didn’t look at him. “You’re my home,” he finished.
On and off the field, you’re my hardest fall, Zoe. No one ever compared. No one ever will.
There was something special about falling in love with fictional characters through words.
Then my lips were on hers, and her lips were on mine. We kissed long enough to cover years. In front of everyone, her lips became mine and I took her breath for myself, because I needed it more than she did.
I’m right here, Rose,” he whispered, his rough voice washing over me like a caress that fired something up inside me. “I might not be what you wanted or needed, but you got me anyway. I’m right here.
I kissed the edges of her mouth where she hid those secret smiles, the ones she saved for when she was writing on her laptop, lost in a different world she was creating from the start, brick by brick. I wanted to own those secret smiles just as much I wanted to own her beautiful heart. I wanted to be the reason for their existence.
I’ll hold you up, Lucy. You can trust me. I see who you are. I see who are, and I want you to choose me. I want you to open your eyes and look at me so you can see that I have what it takes, that I can take care of heart for you.
She was our Lucy, Aiden’s and mine.
Go ahead, tell me you hate me. I don’t care. I’d rather have you lie and say you hate me than have someone else who lies by saying I love you.
I hope you’re the hero of my story, because I deserve to be loved, goddamit.
That’s how the universe works: it gives you the one thing you said you’d never want.
She was seeing me, and maybe for the first time, I was seeing her too.
I will be the one who speaks to your heart, Lucy Meyer, just like you seem to speak to mine...
How am I supposed to get used to seeing that smile on your lips? It breaks my brain. You break my brain sometimes – complete mush.
Zoe Clarke was my forever, the love of my life, and I was hers.
This is the strangest thing, but I think you’re going to be my best friend, Zoe Clarke.
It’s Isaac and Evie kissing at that moment, not Lindsay and Jason. Now, I really want it to be Jason and Olive kissing.
He gently put his palm on my thundering heart. “I need in,” he whispered. “And I need you to let me stay in...
God knows I need to hold you as much as I need to breathe to survive.” At.
Just go to sleep, baby. I’ll watch over you until morning.” And he will, won’t he? I thought. He’d help me breathe after scaring me to death. He’d save me from earthquakes, hold my hand after watching a scary movie, buy me pizza because he knew it’d make me happy, protect me from anything and everything by putting himself in front of the danger. He’d watch over me until morning.