I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean awa...
Forget about that and kiss me, I say.I weave my hands in her hair. She wraps her arms around my neck as I trace the valley between her lips with my tongue. Parting her lips, I deepen the kiss. It's li...
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
She's a Texan, born and raised. Football is in our blood.
I hate games I can't win.
Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love.
He has eyes so expressive they give a hint to more than what he portrays. He’s dedicated to his friends, family, and even his motorcyle. He touched me as if I were made of glass. He kissed me as if he...
As If I could just turn my feelings off like a faucet.
Hey, Carlos, the Professor says when he walks in. How was REACH?It sucked.Can you be more specific? my guardian asks.It really sucked, I elaborate, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Tuck holds out his hand. By the way, I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Tuck. You know, rhymes with luck.And fuck, Carlos adds.Yep, that, too, Tuck says unfazed.
Shelley, I say. You should've let him win. You know, to be polite. Shelley's response is a shake of her head. Applesauce drips on her chin. That's the way it's going to be, huh? I say, hoping the scen...
I'm willing to find out what this thing is going on between us. Are you?If we weren't outside, he says, I'd show you--I cut him off by grabbing the thick hair at the base of his neck and pulling that...
You look like a hot tamale.That’s not really a compliment.
Sylvia grabs my sleeve. He’s a looker.I know. The problem is, he knows it, too.
Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.
Whoa, who was that?Madison Stone, Kiara mutters.Introduce me to her.Why?Because I know it’ll annoy the shit out of you.
Outward appearances mean everything.
Mujer, you own my soul.
Are you going to dance with me tonight? I ask.Hell, yeah.Colin never wanted to dance with me.I'm not Colin, querida, and never will be.Good. I've got you, Alex. I realize it's all I need and I'm ready...
After we've been dancing awhile and need a breather, we walk off the dance floor. I whip out my cell and say, Pose for me.The first picture I take is of him trying to pose like a cool bad boy. It make...