#us

Bet you ten bucks we make it." What are the odds? she thought, and realized with sudden, blinding clarity that she wouldn't take the other side of that bet, that only a loser would bet against them. This is really it, she thought, amazed. This is really forever. I believe in this. "Min?" he said, and she kissed him, putting all her heart into it. "No bet," she said against his mouth. "Your odds are too good." "Our odds are too good ↗

— Jennifer Crusie

#humor #jennifer-crusie #romance #humor

I guess the answer would be yes." "Got to love that word." He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. "Got it in you to say it again?" And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee. ↗

— Cindy Gerard

#romantic-suspense #love

Do you think,” she said, “instead of having sex, we could make love?” “I’d love that,” Ken whispered. ↗

— Suzanne Brockmann

#romantic-suspense #love

Time seemed to stop; the world around them stilled. There was only her. His thumb caressed at her lips, the lips he wanted to kiss. Katianna rolled her face in his palm—a caressing nuzzle and he stilled, his breath froze in his chest. A response. A submissive one at that. His heart, stilled fractured by that single nuance, but his loins burst with a wave of warmth. A response—it had been a response. Oh fuck he had to kiss her. His whole body was screaming for her now. ↗

— Talon P.S.

#kiss #lips #love #submission #love

. . . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#rape-a-love-story #truth #willful-ignorance #love

What is first seen as a loss is now seen as a gain. For he finds solitude, not in far off, quite places; he creates it out of himself, spreads it around him, wherever he may be, because he loves it and slowly he ripens in this tranquility. For the inner process is beginning to unfold, stillness is extraordinarily important. ↗

— Janwillem van de Wetering

#solar-plexus #tranquility #zen #love

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#fairies #finish #hands #happy #house

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#music #past #understanding #life

This is my first real memory of James. In every memory before that, he’s just a flash of color, a warm body with a blurred face, a comforting voice begging me not to die. When he planted himself between our father and me that day, an eight-year-old with small fists clenched at his sides, I think I fell in love with my brother. ↗

— Kate Avelynn

#issues #new-adult #young-adult #love

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#love #lust #scary #love