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
Awww LOgan & VEronica. Miss them so much 😕
“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
“I try to focus on his eyes, but there are drops of water on his lips, and it’s hard not to stare.”
Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover
“His demons dance with mine,” she murmured softly.
The Reaper by RuNyx
“It was always you, Gabriel.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, as if his soul was begging to be joined to hers.“It was always you, Julianne. Only you.”
To my beloved black sea,
It's why we read romance, to deprive our heart until it becomes utterly helpless, then fill it to the brink with warmth, only to freeze and shatter it all over again; to make sure it still works. I’m certain those who endure persistent heartbreak is either a lonely, sadistic creature or one who has a heart wrapped in thorns with the longing for a novel to struggle past and touch what remains inside, broken flesh, blood, and all.
I've always thought of myself as the lonely, sadistic creature that no one could truly love, but since you, I've realized this hasn't been the case.
Oh, how I wish you could unwrite a story that has already been told. Erase it, press delete until the words vanish, and all that remains is a new brilliant white page to scar.
A new beginning.
Bone Island by Nicole Fiorina
I WANT you to breathe me in Let me be your air Let me roam your body freely No inhibition, no fear
“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
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