I just want to make you happy, to kiss that dimple on your right cheek and know I made you smile.
Need you naked,” I gasped into the kiss, my voice so breathless I almost didn’t recognize it.
It’s a risk to open your heart and care when you might find yourself alone in the end.
I don’t care if we only have a few days together, I want to spend every second by your side. I want to memorize every curve of your face, and I want to see you smile and kiss that dimple in your cheek.
There was only one man for her, and he was an immortal pirate.
We don’t know how much time one spirit will spend in our lives, but love is too precious to hide from it. A chance at real love is worth the risk.
After the opera house, we toured our way through a couple of churches and visited the Mark Twain museum. My personal highlight was the toilet labeled “Mark Twain sat here.
What kind of pirate would I be if I can’t handle a little danger?
He had the body of a god and a Southern drawl that made her toes curl.
Era lindo escucharla, pero era mejor sentirla tan cerca.
It happened to me just this year with a beautiful boy I started hanging out with. Call me a hormonal teenager if you want, but evidently I haven’t grown out of this experience. His name, his voice, his face, his laugh – anything was enough to make my heart start beating faster. It’s the spark.
What man would have courage enough to believe he could win you? Bosque laughed. “You exude power. Men are small creatures, easily cowed by those who challenge their sense of self-importance.
I want to try with someone who loves me enough to try with me. I want to grow old looking at the same face every morning. I want to grow old looking at the same face every night at the dinner table. I want to be one of those old couples you see still holding hands and laughing after fifty years of marriage. That’s what I want. I want to be someone’s forever.
I know. I know I’ve been a jerk, and I don’t have a good excuse. But touching you and loving you, and knowing you were planning to leave me, made me crazy. After we made love the second time, I began to think maybe you’d decide to stay with me. I started to think about you and me waking up every day together for the rest of our lives. I even thought about kids and taking some of those breathing classes when you got pregnant. Maybe buying one of those mini-vans.
It’s easy to roam if you have an anchor. – Clive Hollowel.
My first love was everything, all at once. The kind of love you fight for, the kind of boy you fight for.
Jeremiah had said Dead End was like New York, but with fewer naked cowboys. I’d responded that New York was like Dead End, but with fewer gator wranglers.
I’m safer with the Tailor and Pretty Will and every thief and cutthroat in the bend than I am with Miss Josephine Montfort of Gramecy Park.
Every woman feels. It just takes the right man to make things combust.
It feels like forever, like he’s lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.