They call it 'falling in love' because it's less like stepping and more like tripping. Tripping is the part where you're still trying to remain upright
He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.
Lucas was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing - which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz… and then I remembered that I missed the midterm. I couldn't exactly point any fingers.
People feel the need to choose sides when a relationship splits - it's human nature.
What I can't do anywhere is be with you.
I shrugged. “I guess that guys who’d never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would,” I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but they could come too late.
Erin you' re dangerous." "Iknow.
He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.
Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.
You have a freckle here," he whispered, sweeping his tongue over a spot just under my jaw. "It drives me crazy every time you 're above me. I just want to do this..." The jentle draw of his mouth pushed me over the edge, and my knees tightened around his hips as i rocked against him.
I was sure you 'd dropped the class, which made me selfishly ecstatic. Without even knowing i was doing it, i started looking for you on campus.
But why?" "You heard the pay, right? And also, to be near you." Thumbing a tear from my cheek, he added, "Mostly, to be near you.
As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.
She shuddered. “What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.
Almost every time i saw you, you were with him. But one day, you walked up to the building alone. I was holding the door for several girls in front of you, and i waited for you to catch up. When you reached me, you look pleased, and a little surprised. Unlike the others, you didn't expect the door to be held for you by some random guy. You smiled up at me and said, 'Thank you.' That was the last straw. I prayed you 'd never come to a session, and not with him. I didn't want you to know i was the tutor.
I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.
I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.
I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.
I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.
I could never be afraid of you.
Wait." "Stop?" I bit my lip and nodded. "Stop everything, or just go no further?" "Just...just no further." "Done." He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other one caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust.
Somebody always wants more.
And then she told me she didn’t want someone who needed her in order to be a better guy. She wanted someone who was better by himself, with or without her.
I noticed you the first week. Not just because of how pretty you are, though of course, that played into it. It was the way you lean onto your elbows when you 're listening in class, when something catches your interest. And when you laugh, it's never to get attention, it's just-laughter. The way you obssevively tuck your hair behind your ear on the left side, but let the right side fall down like a screen. And when you 're bored, you tap your foot soundlessly and move your fingers on the desktop like you 're playing an instrument. I wanted to sketch you.
Good God, what did he not remember?
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