#roman

I cannot come with you, my prince," he said with great tenderness, as he kneeled over the sleeping Neriah and placed the chain around his neck. "But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me." He touched his hand to Neriah's forehead and whispered, "Now, forget me. ↗

— Shira Anthony

#fairy-tale #fantasy-romance #gay #gay-romance #dreams

I feel close to Lloyd in 'Say Anything'. He was like a super-interesting version of me. Only I'm not as good as him. Whatever part of me is romantic and optimistic, I reached into that to play Lloyd. ↗

— John Cusack

#close #feel #good #him #i

There's nothing more romantic than Italian food. ↗

— Elisha Cuthbert

#italian #italian food #more #nothing #romantic

You Just scared me half to death," I said. "You should be thrilled you're halfway there. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#gothic-romance #marcus-marble #pretty-in-black #rae-hachton #young-adult-series

Too many women throw themselves into romance because they're afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won't do that. ↗

— Julie Delpy

#afraid #because #being #compromises #i

Hugh and I have been together for so long that in order to arouse extraordinary passion, we need to engage in physical combat. Once, he hit me on the back of the head with a broken wineglass, and I fell to the floor pretending to be unconscious. That was romantic, or would have been had he rushed to my side rather than stepping over my body to fetch the dustpan. ↗

— David Sedaris

#relationships #romance #sex #family

It's almost like when you're young, your friends take on the romance role, and then guys take on the role of your friends later. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#friends #guys #later #like #role

I'm a romantic guy. ↗

— Fred Durst

#i #romantic

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#beauty

His laughter echoed through my mind. I have a beautiful woman in my arms, and am taking her back to my home, where she and I will be alone and able to indulge whatever fantasies we choose. What is there not to enjoy? ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#beauty