“A Girl Can Only Get Off So Many Times With A Vibrator And A Memory Before She Starts To Physically

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“I gaze up at the bedroom ceiling. Sleep eludes me. I’m tormented by Ana’s fragrance, which still clings to my bedsheets. I pull her pillow over my face to breathe in her scent. It’s torture, it’s heaven, and for a moment I contemplate death by suffocation.”

Grey by E. L. James

“He held my heart, rather than my hand.”

“Then I kiss her.

I kiss her like I need her soul tangled with mine.

She kisses back like it’s happened already for years.”

Addicted After All by Krista and Becca Ritchie

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

“Hesitantly, she reached out her baby finger and linked it with his own. This was her way of holding his hand without others seeing.

He curved his pinky around hers, looking at her from out of the corner of his eye.”

“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

“…The marker is still in her fist. I pry it from her fingers and she opens her eyes, just as I slip my fingers beneath the collar of her shirt. I pull it down, exposing the skin over her heart. I pull the cap off the marker with my teeth and then press the marker to her chest. I write four letters directly over her heart.

MINE

I put the cap back on the marker, and then I kiss her one last time before I turn and walk away.

It’s the most we’ve ever communicated and the least we’ve ever said.”

Maybe Now by Colleen Hoover