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“I needed to let her go, and deep down, I knew it. But my soul couldn’t, so I ended up grabbing her wrist and jerking her back to me.”
Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen
“I don’t want to try right now. I just want to be.”
Idol by Kristen Callihan
“I don’t fear death anymore, but I fear life. I fear I’ll never be rid of this bitterness. Never be rid of the pain. Never be able to keep my mind clean. Never be able to look in the mirror and like what I see. It’s such an effort, an everyday struggle.”
The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“My stupid, shriveled little heart felt like it was reaching for everything he was… and that I was not.”
When You Came Back To Me by Emma Scott
She continues to read and I continue to let her. After several chapters, I can’t tell if my rapid-fire pulse is a result of listening to her voice for so long or if it’s from the sexual tension in the book. Maybe both of them coupled together is what’s doing it. Sky should really think about a career in voiceovers or audiobooks or some shit like that because her voice is . . .
“He glides across the room . . .” Her voice is trailing off. “. . . and bends down, snatching up the . . .”
And . . . she’s out. The book falls against her chest and I laugh quietly, but I don’t get up. Because the fact that she fell asleep doesn’t mean I’m ready to leave.
I lie with her for about half an hour, confirming the fact that yes, I’m definitely in love with her mouth.
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover
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I WANT you to breathe me in Let me be your air Let me roam your body freely No inhibition, no fear
“Hearts are stupid, aren’t they? Foolish little dreamers.”
A Gorgeous Villain by Saffron A. Kent
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know, and that’s why I hate this life. I. Don’t. Know.”
The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“What are you doing sneaking into my backyard in the middle of the night, stealing my roses?”
Oh, fuck.
I’d completely forgotten about the flowers. Now, I feel them plastered to my rapidly breathing chest, my fingers wrapped around the stems in a death-grip.
I tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand and explain, “I only took the dying ones. Not the good ones.”
Mr. Edwards throws them a distracted glance like he couldn’t care less about the flowers. “Yeah? Why not the good ones?”
At his question, I lower my eyes to them. I finger the yellowed edges lightly. Some of the petals are so loosened and dry that a puff of air could make them fall apart.
Poor babies.
“Because no one else wants the bad ones,” I say.
“And you do.”
I look up. “Yes. I always want the bad ones.”
Bad things. Bad roses. Bad crushes.
His frown gets even deeper. I almost wonder if he’s doing himself a permanent injury by frowning this much. “Why’s that?”
“Because everyone wants something pretty. Something that’s fresh and beautiful. Something that’s perfect. But then, what about the things that are imperfect? Things that might not be as pretty or as conventional. Things that might be weird, outdated or outcast? They’re not in much demand, are they? They’re not wanted. But I do. I want them. So they don’t feel rejected.”
Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent
He closes his eyes, agitated. “I just want to give you the world, Ana, everything and anything you want. And save you from it, too. Keep you safe. But I also want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Freed by E. L. James
“Happiness is a forgotten emotion. It’s safer to feel nothing, to ignore that I’m a fuck-up. To disregard the fact that I’m beyond help.
Accept I am alone.
Give up on hoping—hoping I can ever be normal again.
Because without hope, there can be no disappointment.”
The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas
“He reached out to smooth his fingers gently across her wrist, as if he was trying to apologize to her skin. (Not that her skin would have accepted his apology.)”
Gabriel's Inferno by Sylvain Reynard
He puts his hand between us on the couch, palm up, and then looks back at the TV.
It’s like he’s put out a dish of seed and is now sitting very still, waiting for the cowardly little chicken to make a move. And it does take me a while. I tentatively pick up his hand and lace his fingers into mine.
For a scary moment he doesn’t react, but as the warmth of his hand begins to glow into my palm, he gives me a deep, delicious squeeze.
The art of holding hands is underrated and it’s embarrassing how much this simple act has me nearly breathless.
The Hating Game by Sally Thorne
“Just because he can’t love you the way you want him to doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you with everything he has.”
After We Collided by Anna Todd
“I run my thumb over her cheek for no reason at all other than the simple fact that I wanted to touch her cheek again. As soon as my fingers graze her skin, chills rush down her arms. She tightens her arms over her chest and rubs the chills away. I can’t help but grin, knowing it was my hand on her skin that did that to her. Best. Feeling. Ever.”
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover
“This is lust?
I hate it. I absolutely, positively hate this beautiful, magical feeling.”
Hopeless by Colleen Hoover
“She was a siren, an angel of mercy, and a horny woman all rolled into one. A fucking dream.”
It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey
“I know you’re scared of me, and I know it’s my fault… I did horrible things to you all on my own. I hate that I never did anything to get you to love me. You’ll never love me.
You make me shake. My hands shook with you today and I don’t understand what it is or why it’s happening. I just feel it. I never want you to walk too far away from me.
You scare me. I scare you. Don’t let me hurt you anymore.”
Credence by Penelope Douglas
“As I walked back through my own yard to get my purse out of the house, I spotted a lone dandelion full of fluff. I bent and plucked it out of the ground and held it up to my lips, closing my eyes and recalling Anne’s words. After a minute, I whispered, “Peace,” before I blew and watched the fluff float out of sight, hoping that somehow one of those seeds carrying my whisper would reach that something or someone who had the power to make wishes come true.”
Archer's Voice by Mia Sheridan
“All of them think I’m pathetic. None of them care what happens to Samson. And none of them believe in what we had. For once in my life, I had someone who actually cared about me, and all four of them think I’m incapable of knowing what true love is. I know what love is, because I spent my whole life knowing what it isn’t.”
Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover
Through My Window
A través de mi ventana 💘
“So the saying is true? Money doesn’t buy happiness?”
“...You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.”
“What fills the holes in a soul?”
Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”
Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover
“And when something hurts, it means that you can feel. It means that your heart is not dead. That’s the whole problem, isn’t it? Because a heart never dies. You stomp on it; you stab it with a knife; pour gasoline on it and set it on fire; you ignore it and bury it in the pursuit of perfection. You do whatever the fuck you want to it, Arrow, but it doesn’t die. It beats and beats and feels. It feels all the things, good or bad, like this crazy little maniac that doesn’t know how to quit.”
My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent
“Would I have still turned out to be the same untrusting, skeptical human I’ve become had I experienced more good times than bad?
Maybe so. Or maybe not. Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than kindness.
Kindness doesn’t sink as deep into your skin as the damage does. The damage stains your soul so bad, you can’t scrub it off. It stays there forever, and I feel like people can see all my damage just by looking at me.”
Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover
“We both look down at our hands as I slowly pry my fingers away from hers and release my grip. “You sure do know how to make a guy feel like shit, Bridgette.” ...I cover my mouth with my hand, squeezing the stress out of my jaw.
We make it three blocks.
Three blocks is all it takes for her to do the most considerate thing she’s ever done for me since the moment I met her.
She reaches to the steering wheel and takes my hand. She pulls it to her lap and slides her fingers between mine. She doesn’t stop there, though. Her right hand slides over the top of my hand and she strokes it. She strokes my fingers and the top of my hand and my wrist and back down to my fingers. She stares out her window the whole time, but I can feel her. I can feel her speaking to me and holding me and making love to me, all in the motion of her hands.
And I smile the entire way to my sister’s house.”
Maybe Not 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
“I’ve never said “I love you” to anyone before,” she murmured, resting her head on his bicep. “It didn’t feel like I always thought it would.”
He ran his hand down her hair. “How did you think it would feel?”
She thought about it. “Getting it over with. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
“And how did it feel instead?”
“The reverse. Like putting a bandage on. Wrapping it tight.”
It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey
