new-adult

It means that I like you for you and you should like you for you.

I feel myself implode, and all I can think about is how much I miss him. I miss curling into his arms and telling him about my day. I miss knowing he__l always be mine__hat no one will ever know me like he does. I miss his lips and his hands. I miss his heart and his soul. I miss every part of him.I feel so empty.Can a person die of emptiness?

He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too much pressure. When his lips pressed against the pulse at the base of my throat, I wondered if he could feel the power in my pulse, the power he was solely responsible for. As if in answer, his hand moved from my neck to my chest, resting over the space that contained my heart. There was something beautiful and intentional about that gesture, like he was acknowledging the mortal part of me that reacted so restlessly to his touch.

I never felt in love with anyone. Though right now with Luna, I__ pretty sure this is what it feels like to be in love with a person.

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

People, like buildings, have facades. Tom created his. His walk was a feat. It had taken him twenty years of killing bad guys and a pair of Tony Lama boots to perfect the illusion. He made sure that everyone felt it by the third clunk of his boot heel. When he entered a crime scene there was a hush, and no one ever quite knew why they were holding their breath. But he did. A crime scene was theater and the stage was his.

We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.

The nerves, the anxiety, the pressure, it's all gone. Being in his arms took it all away.

My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

You turn me on._ He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.___od, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.

Hey." He waited until he had her attention before continuing. "I'm not angry." He gave her a small smile. "You're back and I'm okay with that... for now."Her fingers trembled around the bottle. "For now?"His smile broadened and a wicked grin danced in his eyes. "Well, it's only a matter of time before you remember why you fell for me.

So far he__ been there for three hours, hadn__ gotten a thing done, was heading out for a free lunch, and was getting paid for it. Jobs were awesome.

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

You__e like a newly discovered universe, and I plan on taking my time exploring everything about you.

I__l be strong for you. Live me, baby. Live for me. Please.