I'm just saying that if it were Anna, I'd want to meet her coworkers. See where she's spending her time.I stare at him, hard. Obviously.
I wasn't being a git. I wasn't even being a twat, or a wanker, or any of your other bleeding Briticisms
I scan the dark room, through the thrashing bodies of disillusioned Parisian youth, getting their anger out with a healthy dose of French punk rock.
I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.'He smiles. 'I like it.''And you're a Yom Kippur Atheist.''I am.
I close his fingers around the gift. I threw away yourbottle cap, because it killed me to look at. But I never couldthrow away this. I’ve been waiting to give it to you for twoand a half years.I don’t...
I catch a break as a cloud passes over the sun.
I am hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?....
I LOVE his hair, and now I get to touch it whenever I want. And he doesn't even get irritated. Most of the time.
How does one proceed in a situation like this? If only the discovery of mutual admiration could lead promptly into making out. If only I could say, 'Listen. I like you, and you like me, so let’s go fi...
His eyes follow me everywhere, and we keep sharing smiles that feel like secrets.(Kiersten White)
He was the god of tide-lap and wingbeat, talon and pearl. She was the goddess of … herself. And he could not look away from her.
He tastes like champagne. He tastes like desire. He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.
He shakes his head. His dark messy hair has a few curls in it today.It's quite breathtaking,really.If there were an Olympics competition in hair, St. Clair would totally win,hands down. Ten-point-oh.G...
Ese beso nos proporciona la fortaleza suficiente para afrontar nuestro futuro
Es fácil hablar de cosas que odio, pero a veces es difícil de explicar exactamente por qué nos gusta algo.
Do I need to check up on you guys later? You know the rules.No sleeping in opposite-sex rooms.My face flames,and St. Clair's cheeks grow blotchy. It's true.It's a rule. One that my brain-my rule-lovin...
Did you wake me up... to talk about candy?
But, for me, yes. I have to be with Anna. But this is something you have to figure out on your own.
Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you. There's a shocked pause, on both ends of the line. Because, of course, of how intelligent you are. And funny
Anna? Someone knocks on my door, and it startles me out of my seat.No.Not . St. Clair.I'm wearing an old Mayfield Dairy T-shirt, complete with yellow-and-brown cow logo,and hot pink flannel pajama bot...