new-adult

I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do," I breathed, trying hard to pretend I wasn't fazed by what just happened. "You weren't listening to me."He stared at me with intensity for several seconds. "That's an interesting way to get my attention.

I__ fairly certain I__ having my first truly religious experience, and it__ probably a very bad thing that it__ happening in a church, but it__ over a sculpture. Mental note: Add idol worship to your list for confession.

I__e broken your heart, haven__ I?___ million times. And you can break it a million times more, Luna Moon. There will never be a day in my life that I don__ love you.

I'll never forgive myself for putting you in danger, allowing you to get hurt.

You never seem to run out of ways to blow my mind, Lexie. You__e my best friend, and you__e the one woman I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. Do you know how lucky that makes me?

As I watch Nicholas make his way back to his truck, I know one thing: this boy is going to make my life very interesting. I feel as if a fragment of the old me broke away tonight and disappeared, and I__ finally, truly beginning my new life.

I looked like a hipster who broke his arm at a Vampire Weekend concert or some shit like that.

The evolution of mind requires a diet of knowledge.

I like difficult. I like a challenge. And as soon I realized you were the only person in the world for me, I had no choice but to keep chasing you until you agreed to be with me. Even if it took years. And given how stubborn you are, I__ surprised it didn__ take that long.

He is who he is, but it's not enough for me. I want more. I don't want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.

Your lips are the only stimulant I need.

You could__e pushed me away for years, I still wouldn__ have gone anywhere. I__ still be at your side, annoying the hell out of you until you finally agreed to marry me.

To wake up each morning is a miracle.

I shrugged uncomfortably, leaning my head against hers, almost forgetting Mr. Gardner__ presence as Mo and I fell into that sort of exclusionary, near-telepathic best-friends communion. She knew that I would argue that I wasn__ ashamed, but that I hadn__ quite figured out how to truly mean it when I held my head up high. My entire life, people had been telling me to keep it down and stop being an embarrassment. So, I was still in that __ake it __il you make it_ stage, hoping genuine pride would come if I pretended confidence long enough. For now, I was relying on bravado and a complete lack of give-a-fuck to carry me through.

He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.

See, the thing is, I had a little misunderstanding with Trent Gibson in Pre-Calculus earlier. I dropped my textbook on his face__ccidentally, while we were discussing some_equations__nd he thought I was trying to brain him. So of course, he narked to Shoemaker, and apparently accidents are grounds for disciplinary action these days.

Leo backed me against the door frame, his demeanor turning all 'take-no-prisoners' as he pinned me in place with his hips. His hands traced up and down the curve of my body until they wound their way through the loose strands of my hair. He was in control, I was totally at his mercy, and I. Didn__. Even. Care.

There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.