I decided to go for the honest answer. “My guess is I’m going to bed with a mental image of you, some lube and a box of tissues.
What we want and what happens are two different thing entirely.
No angel. The reason I went with all them girls was to try and get over you. I wake up to you everyday. you send my mind and body into frenzy. I can smell your hair when I close my eyes, or I can imagine how your hand feels when you lay it on my chest. It kills me everyday to be so close to you, but be so far away.
The alcohol induced memory loss is a form of protection from all the stupid things you did the night before.
He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was racing, but not from the usual fear I had. It was because I wanted to kiss him.
In the moonlight, he looked devastatingly beautiful.
It was an unfamiliar sensation to me, but I knew what it was. It was love.
Everything was forgotten: the pain, the heartache, the tears, the club we were in, the people watching; everything was gone in an instant, and I was lost in him.
Behind the tough, scary act, his eyes were begging me to stay and love him unconditionally.
Losing the only thing you care about can change a person irrevocably.
If I had died right then, I would have been the happiest girl in the world.
Unfortunately, sometimes we hurt the ones we love the most.
It was the silly little things that seemed so unimportant at the time that could end up meaning the most after, the things that came at you all at once and reminded you that you took so much for granted when you thought your world was unbreakable.
His eyes were heated, his jaw set as he stepped even closer to me, his grip on my wrist steely as his other hand came up to cup the side of my face, his fingertips threading into my hair. I didn’t have any time to react before his mouth covered mine.
After all this time, she still had the power to mesmerise and amaze me.
My gaze wanders to the tiny little freckle he has under one eye. It’s the only thing that isn’t flawless, industry-standard perfection about him, yet somehow that little brown dot makes him even more beautiful to me. One of my secret fantasies is kissing that little freckle while he does sinful things to my naked body.
I don’t want this connection to end yet – or ever. I want to live on this sofa with him, Netflix and chilling our life away.
I’m not the most beautiful girl in any room, but with Jared looking at me like I’m a glass of water and he’s been lost in the desert for a month, I feel like I am.
I kissed him softly, savouring the feel of his lips, and I prayed that this wasn’t the last time I got to speak to him, that this wasn’t the last kiss we ever had.
The bigger you get, just means I have more of you to love.