#we

You don't love him. You only love that he loves you. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#well-said #love

And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#peter-pan #tiger-lily #weakness #love

Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night." "I'm not drunk." He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me." I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#cam #j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #sweet #true-love

He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#intellect #jamie-weise #love #love-story #possess

I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#love #scott #westerfeld #love

Every man has a weakness," he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you." "Every man?" "Yes," he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. "What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked. "You. ↗

— Julie Garwood

#weakness #love

One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#jewels #love #love

He turned back to Lara, his alert gaze raking over her tearful face. Somehow the solid reality of his presence eased her panic. He folded her in his arms, anchoring her against his chest, murmuring quietly into her hair. Sniffling, Lara reached inside his waistcoat until her palm rested over the steady beat of his heart. The sensation of his warm breath sinking down to her scalp me her quiver. It was so terribly intimate, crying in his arms... even more personal than making love. But he had never felt so much like a husband to her as he did in this moment. Quieting, she inhaled his familiar scent and let out a shaky sigh. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#romantic #sweet #love

Why can't you understand that I love you so much, that not being able to touch you hurts? I can't stand the fact that I can't get into your thoughts. Haventon is gone to you, but it's also gone to me. I miss it so much. It feels like my heart's been ripped out from my chest. ↗

— Jordan Deen

#love

The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#voice #love