Hesmoremyselfthaniam - You Look... Incredibly Innocent.

“Oh—and in case you forgot, we’re naked. Now, I know some women have issues with their bodies. Maybe you’ve got a little extra junk in the trunk? Get over it. Doesn’t matter. Naked kicks Modest’s ass every single time. Men are visual. We wouldn’t be fucking you if we didn’t want to look at you. You can write that down if you like.”

Tangled by Emma Chase

"I knew going out of the house was a bad idea. I don't even know why people go out and walk on streets and talk to other people when being alone is just so damn wonderful. When you're alone, no one's staring at you. No one's pointing fingers at you. No one's snickering or stopping you on the street and asking you questions."

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

“Women fall in love quicker than men. Easier and more often. But when guys fall? We go down harder. And when things go bad? When it’s not us who ends it? We don’t get to walk away...

We crawl.”

Tangled by Emma Chase

“From afar, Alex Winslow looked like nothing could penetrate his armor. But he was an artist—and an artist’s armor is full of bullets and cracks. That’s how the lyrics and notes seep through.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

"Sometimes I imagine your Fingers in the Wind. Gently touching my Skin, braiding my wild Hair. But then I open my eyes, and it's been just the wind."

“I scrub all the dirt away with my hands, but don’t know what to do about the filth that stains my soul.”

Sicko by Amo Jones

“It’ll be your new favorite dress.”

I kiss her forehead, and work my way down over her temple, across her cheek. “My favorite dress of yours will always be…the one on the floor.”

Tangled series by Emma Chase

“The point at which I’m thanking the angels and the gods and the birds and the bees and sweet baby Jesus that she’s wearing this dress. If there’s one thing that can ease my guilt and allow me to focus solely on her for the time being, it’s this dress.

“Holy shit, Sky,” I say, kissing her madly. “God, you feel incredible. Thank you for wearing this dress. I really . . .” I kiss down her chin until my lips meet her neck. “I really like it. Your dress.” I continue kissing her neck and she tilts her head back, allowing me easier access. I drop my hand to her thigh and run it up under her dress. When I reach the top of her thigh I desperately want to keep going.”

Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover

“I watch her face in the dying light of the evening. Count her freckles like I always do. A useless habit of mine, one I can’t break. One that makes me want to pull her down now and fuck her in the sand as I lick them.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent