I get it' Dani said, suprising me. 'When you watch one of these old movies in a place like this, you're connected to everybody else who's ever watched it. You can practically feel them around you.'Lib...
I don’t want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I’m , when I can give something to you. I don’t have much to give right now.
I don’t care what he thinks. Only what you think. He holds me tighter. Like if you think I need to stop biting my nails.You’ve worn your pinkies to nubs, I say cheerfully.
I catch a glimpse of his abdomen. Yummy. Yummy tummy.He startles. What?Hmm?
How could I wish for it for so long, only to come back and find it gone. To be here, in my technical house, and discover that home is now someplace different.
His mouth is parted, and the sheets are kicked off. One of his hands rests on his stomach. His shirt has hiked up, and I can see his abdomen. My gaze is transfixed.Holy crap. I just slept with St. Cla...
He pats his way around the the bed and slides back in. Ow, he says.yes?My belt. Would it be weird...I'm thankful he can't see me blush.Of course not. And I listen to the slap of leather, s he pulls it...
Do you like it? I whisper.He pauses. The film?I'm thankful the shadows hide my blush.I like it very much, he says.
Callipygian:Having shapely buttocks.
And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe.Because there he is.He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absor...
A moment of reserve. That was it? The whole story?Yes. God, you're right. That was pants.I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. Pants?Rubbish. Crap. Shite.. Oh heavens, that's cute.
Now I heard in it this sense of propulsion toward a particular goal, like everything in life had buoyed him there. Like even his mistakes, even his darkness, had been taking him toward her.- Veronica...
Él es tan hermoso, tan perfecto. Estoy mareada. Mi corazón martilla, mi pulso se acelera. Inclino mi rostro hacia el suyo, el responde con una inclinación lenta e idéntica hacia el mío.
¿Es posible que mi casa sea una persona y no un lugar?
¿Entonces crees en las segundas oportunidades? -Me muerdo el labio.-Segundas, terceras, cuartas. Las que sean necesarias. El tiempo que sea. Si es la persona correcta -agrega.
Does this...does this mean you want to be my boyfriend? My question sounds both immature and momentous. But Josh doesn't flinch.Yes, he says. I want.
You’ll be reading the breakfast menu without me before you know it.Hmm, maybe I don’t want to learn French
You're doing the girl thing. Saying you're happy when you're not.
You know more useless crap, St. Clair. Good thing you're so darn cute, Josh says.
You can carry alt these memories around. They'll last longer than your grief, I promise, and someday you'll be able to think of them and feel like I'm right there with you again.