If I’d had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn’t allow me even a tiny chance of escape.
Maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.
Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn’t,” he said, his own jaw a little tight. “So I stole his car.
I’m falling in love with you.” As the words left his mouth, his lips pressed to mine, giving me the most intense and explosive kiss I had ever had. With the coldness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue beneath mine I saw fireworks and felt them through every part of my body.
I let myself have feelings for you despite not knowing how this would end.
The price of love is always just above that what your heart can afford.
I’m being given my heart’s desire, and I just don’t know what to do with it. I’m almost afraid tobelieve it’s true, in case someone shakes me and tells me I’m dreaming.”“It’s not a dream. I’m here with you,” I say. “For what looks like a really long time.
Yet I am stuck in the idea of romance, a dreamer; I want to actually fall in love with a man, then marry him.
She has to agree to have me. It could take some time, but I’m confident I can trick her into it.
You can’t live your life thinking death is going to come all the time. You have to live life and if it comes, then we can only hope we were able to do all the things we wanted. He has to want to do something. Everyone does.
A woman’s got one life: She’s got to reach out and grab it with both hands, or it’ll pass her by and leave nothing but a smelly old fart in her face.
Until meeting you, I wasn’t looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I’m kind of looking for a girlfriend.
Man is the candle light and a woman is the moonlight. They live far away but can grow together during lonesome nights.
We’ll make out for a while and you’ll feel better.
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.
I love you too, Will Blakelee,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
He tends to go for girls who are-Shelby, honey? Put your hands over your ears for just a sec.” Back into the phone he said, “He likes the real slutty ones. Ow!” he yelled when he received a whop to the back of the head.
He did not blame them. Because in truth, that’s what he did, what he was. Seduce and dominate. Charm and manipulate. A user of women. How they would scoff, Rothbury mused bitterly, if they knew that he was secretly in love with the silly little chit, spectacles and all.
He’d stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he’d wished to be that different man. He’d wished to be worthy of her.
How can two good people both have such good intentions end up with feelings, derived from all the goodness, that are so incredibly bad?