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 want to feel the creases in his skin, connect his freckles with invisible lines, brush my fingers across the inside of his wrist.
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 must be a masochist to keep putting myself in these situations. I need help. Ineed to see a shrink or be locked in a padded cell or straitjacketed or something.
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 sneakers aren't very French-I should be wearing pointy boots or scary heels-but at least they aren't white. It's true what they say about white sneakers. Only American tourists wear them,big ug...
I dream about reaching across the backseat and touching his hand. Just one hand. It closes slowly, tightly around mine, and the sensation of his skin against mine is . I've never felt anything like it...
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.
How…how did you know that I’m not there?But I’ve already anticipated his answer.Because I’m here.
How much detention did you get?Two weeks. One per arsehole.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn’t in love with him?
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...
Here is everything I know about France: Madeline and Amélie and Moulin Rouge.
He's gleeful to know something I don't. Which is annoying considering we're both aware that he knows everything about Parisian life, whereas I have the savvy of a chocolate croissant.
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...
He looks up.Our eyes lock,and he breaks into a slow smile. My heart beats faster and faster. Almost there.He sets down his book and stands.And then this-the moment he calls my name-is the real moment...
Había una vez, una chica que hablaba con la luna. Y ella era misteriosa y perfecta, de la forma en que lo son las chicas que hablan con la luna. En la casa de al lado, vivía un chico. Y el chico obser...
For a certain type of person, high school will always be brutal,' the head says. 'The best advice that I can give you is to figure out what comes next, and work towards that.
Estoy empezando a pensar que tal vez está bien ser un lienzo en blanco. Tal vez está bien que mi futuro sea desconocido. Y tal vez, está bien estar inspirada en las personas que saben su futuro.