How did you know I was different?
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I did care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.
I’m not comfortable in this stadium,
I like girls who eat Carrots. ~ Louis Tomlinson
He’s not that smart.
Respect everybody you meet either Rich or Poor | Cute or Ugly | Locally or Internationally | Famous or Infamous.. afterall we’re all sand
Her smile faded to a more serious expression. “Is everything okay? With Callum?”
“Fine,” I said, taking a bite of meat and avoiding her eyes.
“He’s crazy about you, you know,” she said softly, like I hadn’t just told her things were fine. “I see other girls looking at him sometimes, and he doesn’t even notice. He only sees you.
Her eyes travel down to where he’s gripping the handle of her suitcase. “What’re you doing?” she asks, blinking at him.
“You looked like you needed some help.”
Hadley just stares at him.
“And this way it’s perfectly legal,” he adds with a grin.
Ladies and gentlemen, when you paint your lips, eyes, nails, hair, side-beards, or whatever, to look beautiful or handsome, don’t forget your up stairs, if you don’t go up there to put things in order, then, consider the former attributes null and void.
Have I told you I love you?” he whispers.
I smile. “Not since this morning.”
“Unforgivable. I will tell you every hour of every day.