sweet

You can't just constantly judge a situation or a person because of what you're used to or how they look. They might turn out to be this sweet man who asks you what your dreams are. You know?

My sweet spot is figuring out how to make a product that people love and how to refine it to make them love it more. All the rest is business noise.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

Hey. What did you do to your - I mean, you look different." My cheeks go immediately hot. Not that your average onlooker can tell, given all the makeup I'm wearing. "Frankie and I were just messing around this morning." "Oh," he says, tying the paper from his straw into little knots. "It looks nice, I mean. I just can't see you, that's all." I make a mental note to ditch the makeup tomorrow. Then I get mad at myself for letting some boy that I just met dictate what I do with my own face. Then I get mad at myself for getting mad at myself and remember that I, too, prefer the natural look.

Lena studied the faces of the girls on the sidelines. She could tell that Kostos owned the lust of what few local teenage girls there were in Oia, but instead he chose to dance with all the grandmothers, all the women who had raised him, who had poured into him the love they couldn't spend on their own absent children and grandchildren.

I closed my eyes under the fluroescent lights and tried to make another birthday wish, a onetime do-over, a rebate, a trade-in on the kitchen sink kiss that started everything, offered up for just one last miracle.

Abel was brushing the snow off his parka while Micha was dancing around him, still balancing the plate of cookies, singing, 'We're staying, we're staying, we're staying overnight! We're drying! We're drying! We're drying on the line!

Something happened during Matt's talk. When I sat down I was one person, but by the time he was done, I was someone else. Someone changed. Someone new. Someone I didn't know. My arms were covered in gooseflesh. My stomach was doing this buoyant, top-of-the-roller-coaster thing. Suddenly I wanted to be pretty. I wanted guys to think I was pretty. In particular, I wanted this guy to think I was pretty...

It was just a tiny moment. Not a kiss, not even real contact. But for all the things it wasn't, it meant so much.

I nearly had a cakegasm at the table. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned. "Sweet Christ." I opened my eyes to find Hunter watching me with the strangest expression on his face."What? It's really good; you should try some," I said, pushing the plate at him. It was a testament of how embarrassed I was about the cakegasm that I was even sharing at all."I swear, if there weren't a table between us, I would be kissing you right now. And none too gently."I put my form down and swallowed so I wouldn't choke. "You didn't seem to mind about the recliner," I said. "True. But there wan't an audience, and that's a very ugly recliner. This is a very nice table. Also there is glass and sharp things I wouldn't want hurting you.""Good point. Please, have some.""If you're going to make that noise and that face again, I don't know if I can let you have any more.""I'll be good. I swear.""You're not good. That's the problem.""You're right. I'm not," I said, giving him my own smirk. "I do try, though.""Cruel. That's the word to describe you right now.""Just have some cake.

All I'm saying is I think you deserve better,_ Case said. __rom my point of view, anyway. You deserve better.__ threw my head back on the sofa and laughed. It was a harsh laugh with no mirth. __ost of the time, I don't think I deserve better.___veryone deserves better.___ot me._ I didn't look at him. __o one else would want me. I've royally fucked up. Everything. There isn't anything better out there. Anything or anyone.___eah, there is._ __h, really?_ I brought my eyes back to him. __nd where exactly would I find better?_ It was quiet for a moment. Then he said,__ell, you might start with me.

Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his brows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.

I will do everything I can to be the man that you want, the man that the seven-year-old you used to dream about. I will bring you flowers, I__l take care of you when you__e sick, I__l give you space when you need it and I__l never leave your side when you want someone there. I want to be better than I am because of you, Paisley.

You need to eat more." (...) "Then I'd get fat, and you wouldn't like me." Johnny tweaked her nose in teasing response and shifted her into a more comfortable position with her back against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and his arms hugged her waist before they were settled to his satisfaction. Rachel, spellbound, cast a sideways glance up and back to find that his eyes on her face were as bright and hot as the clear August sky overhead. "You still don't get it, do you, teacher? I'd like you any way I could get you, any way at all. Besides, I bet you'd be cute fat. A little round dumpling.

Velvet looks horrified. __f you are fool enough to address King R__an, you will do it thus and in no other manner! __y King, Liege, Lord, and Master, your servant begs you grant it leave to speak.____ow. Totally delusionary there.___ood luck with that,_ Ryodan says. __he doesn't beg to speak, or do anything else. You can lock her up, down, and sideways and it__ never going to happen.__ beam at him. I had no idea he thought so highly of me.

You__e perfect for me. Other than the fact that you like to show off this delectable body of yours, you are absolute fucking perfection. Madefor me, babe. Made for my lips,_ he says before nipping at mine with a little force. ____e never known such a feeling of complete contentment than when I am with you and the boys. Do you know how huge that is for me? To feel peace andacceptance and love? I__e never had that.

Dear Camryn,I never wanted it to be this way. I wanted to tell you these things myself, but I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you out loud that I loved you, that what we had together would die with me. The truth is that I knew in Kansas that you were the one. I__e loved you since that day when I first looked up into your eyes as you glared down at me from over the top of that bus seat. Maybe I didn__ know it then, but I knew something had happened to me in that moment and I could never let you go.I have never lived the way I lived during my short time with you. For the first time in my life, I__e felt whole, alive, free. You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins. I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I__e known you for a short time, but I feel like I__e known you forever.I want you to know that even in death I__l always remember you. I__l always love you. I wish that things could__e turned out differently. I thought of you many nights on the road. I stared up at the ceiling in the motels and pictured what our life might be like together if I had lived. I even got all mushy and thought of you in a wedding dress and even with a mini me in your belly. You know, I always heard that sex is great when you__e pregnant. ;-)But I__ sorry that I had to leave you, Camryn. I__ so sorry_I wish the story of Orpheus and Eurydice was real because then you could come to the Underworld and sing me back into your life. I wouldn__ look back. I wouldn__ fuck it up like Orpheus did.I__ so sorry, baby_I want you to promise me that you__l stay strong and beautiful and sweet and caring. I want you to be happy and find someone who will love you as much as I did. I want you to get married and have babies and live your life. Just remember to always be yourself and don__ be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud.I hope you__l never forget me.One more thing: don__ feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn__ need to say it. I knew all along that you did.Love Always,Andrew Parrish

And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down.""Jump.""What?""I'll catch you.""Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder.""I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you.