I'm not a princess but Ryan is a knight, he just belongs to someone else.
I would never touch anyone else again without thinking about her.
I reclaimed his lips and hooked a leg around his as we moved in rhythm with each other. In between frantic kisses, i whispered the words, I love you. Because i did. Noah listened to me. He made me lau...
I met you soon after and i could never think of touching anyone else.
How are things going with your brothers? The judge set a date to hear me out after graduation. Mrs.Collins has been prepping me.That is awesome!Yeah.What’s wrong?Carrie and Joe hired a lawyer and I lo...
He yanked off his shirt, revealing all of his six-pack glory.
Guilt nagged at me. She didn't technically ask me a question, so in theory, I didn't owe her a response, but the need to please her swept over me like a tidal wave. But why? She was another therapist...
Echo, how could you think I would leave you? How can you doubt how I feel?
Echo was becoming essential, like air.
Time to tell the prince he rescued the wrong girl.
Echo, ¿cómo crees que te dejaría? ¿Cómo puedes dudar de lo que siento? —Porque me viste enloquecer. Me viste casi volverme loca.— Te vi luchar contra el peor recuerdo de tu vida y te vi ganar. No te e...
We all started off this way - small little bundles of joy. Me, Aires, Noah, Lila, Isaiah and even Beth. At some point, someone held us and loved us, but somewhere along the way, it all got screwed up.
Things are complicated. No doubt. But we’ll battle through this. We have to. Giving up is not an option.
There’s more to her, I know there is. I saw it in her eyes when she laughed with me in the Jeep. Felt it in her touch as we danced.
The offers of friendship, the smiles, the nice words – all games. Deep down I always knew it, but part of me hoped for more. I allowed hope. Stupid Beth making another stupid mistake. Story of my life...
The boy everyone sees but nobody knows is with the girl who everybody knows but nobody sees. There’s
Our fears are what stifle us and we’re only scared of what we don’t understand.
Noah – his hair hiding his eyes, keeping the world from seeing his soul. Isaiah – a sleeve of beautiful tattoos that frightens the normal and entices the free. Me – the poet in my mind when I’m high.
Noah felt strong and warm and muscular and safe and he smelled, oh, God, delicious. I couldn't stop kissing him if my life depend it upon it: his lips, his neck, his chest, and Noah seemed as hungry a...
No, really, Noah, she said. I'll wait until you 're dressed. So i could miss that blush creeping across her face? No way.