I'm speechless.I think at the rooftops of Paris.he touches my cheek,pulling my gaze back to him.I suck in my breath.Anna.I'm sorry for what happened in Luxembourg Gardens.Not because of the kiss-I've...
I'm fine.My father's an arse, and my mum is dying and-oh my God,I'm so pissed. St. Clair looked at me again. His eyes were glassy like black marbles. Pissed.Pissed.Pissed.We know you're pissed at your...
I want to feel the creases in his skin, connect his freckles with invisible lines, brush my fingers across the inside of his wrists.
I risk a glance, and St. Clair stares back. Deeply. He has not looked at me like this before. I turn away first then feel him turn a few beats later. I know he us smiling, and my heart races.
I moan with pleasure.Did you just have a foodgasm? he asks, wiping ricotta from his lips.Where have you been all my life? I ask the beautiful panini.
I mean . . . I don't know. I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. I don't know. I like reading about adventure, sure, but I also like doing it from the safety of...
I know. As if I’d ever go for him now that my dad wants me to date him.As if you’d ever go for his again.Right…right.
I know he is smiling, and my heart races.
I guess you never really know what’s going on inside someone else’s head.
I draw him closer by his tie and whisper into his ear, Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for my entire life.
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.Or if I need to start ironing...
I don't want to feel this way around him. I want things to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another stupid girl holding out for something that will never happen.
I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. It's like everyone else has their entire future mapped out except for me.
How'd you get this number?Well, you see, there's this book. It has white pages. And it has all these phone numbers listed inside it. It's also online.
History books are filled with lies. Whoever wins the war tells the story.
Historia personal. Como porque St. Clair siempre corría de vuelta a Ellie, yo asumí que lo hizo otra vez. ¿Es eso? Y ¿Él hizo eso? Ya no estoy segura. He pasado mi todo último año sofocada entre lujur...
He’s coming over, Lindsay says. What do you want me to do? Kick him in the balls? I’ve been dying to kick him in the balls.
He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.
He stayed with her for so long because he liked the idea of being in love. He has an empty well in his heart that needs to be filled by someone. Anyone. But that's not enough for me, and it won't be e...
He pats his way around 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 as he pul...