I couldn’t escape him, now or ever. He’d always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn’t control, let alone escape.
I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn’t love, it’s the best I have.
But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles.
You know what they say about boys next door...
There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
Now turn around and go to sleep. I’m warning you that I plan to sleep with you in my arms all night long.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man – the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn’t exist.
I am as wrapped up in her as a vine that clings to a tree seeking for sustenance. She’s tied me to her for eternity. She’s my home. She’s my reason for being. To win and hold her heart is my only purpose.
Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.
In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.
A real relationship is two-way.
Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart.
There are some experiences in life they haven’t invented the right words for.
Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!
If you love someone, why would you want that person to change?
Either get out of bed or else take your clothes off,” he said. “I’m not in the mood to compromise.
I have fallen in love with you, and there is no future for us. That you burst into my life suddenly only a short time ago. That it’s too fast, too soon, and you will leave the same way you came into my life. I’ll turn around one day and you’ll be gone.
And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I’ve served ye well.
Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.