...now Eli was my new neighbor. Which was fine with me because I sucked at Math. Math and I were not on speaking terms.
We watched Vamps hunting Vamps, Vamp hunters and Witches torching Vamps, teenage girls kissing Vamps. And we giggled and swooned through it all.
It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.
I wanted someone to want me in all ways and someone who I wanted the same in return, And I'd found him.
I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.
I found the only place I ever wanted to live again in this girl, right her in my arms. I leaned back just barely, ran my thumb from her brow o the tip of her nose and stopped at her lips, loving the way her eyes fluttered. “I’ll always come to yo...
Jealousy is when you want something that you can’t have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what’s yours.” He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. “And you better believe t...
The universe doesn't hand out blank cards to play. You will know your hand soon enough.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he showed me what love felt like. As he showed me that a kiss could change your entire world.
His smile was small and immediate, crooked, like I’d put his whole world off its axis, but he was somehow okay with that.
He searched for my gaze and the second he found it, I cracked a smile. “There it is.” He palmed his chest again and sighed. “All is right in the world again.
We have to be bigger than the things we suffer.
Every day is its own infinity, every hour, its own eternity, every minute, its own forever.
Her chest began to quake softly. "Why?" "Why what, sweetheart?" I said gently. "Why do you want me?" I didn't even have to think. "Because anyone who's been through what you have and can still come out in one piece on the other side is a beautiful cr...
You don't appreciate the things that come easy. The things we fight for are the things we keep with us forever.
He leaned in close and spoke low. "Wow, I don't know what the hell I did to put that look on your face, but you need to write it down so I can commit it to memory.
Fall, sweetheart. I'll catch you.
I was just existing, but he made me want to live.
Love finds you in the strangest places, and hope clings to us in the nooks and crannies we never think to look.
What do you want to trust me with tonight?" A sigh escaped forcefully, waving the white flag that I was a melted, scorched woman at those words. "Anything," I whispered back.
