Blood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom.
Not only were my nerves shot, but my body was a traitor. I didn’t want to melt against him. I didn’t want to enjoy the feeling of his lips sliding across my skin. I didn’t want to like the possessive way his fingers dug into my waist or the way his erection pressed against me.
It was as if we’d known each other for a thousand years.
Love rewards you more in a moment than pleasure could in a lifetime.
Falling in love with someone is intentional, even if it was their looks that tripped you.
I love her wallet; all of my money is in it.
Time is an obstinate healer. It heals you against your will. And the younger you are, the faster you are cured, only to come out more immune.
Such is the force of love at first sight. Your sense go dormant for a while, and all that remains active is a rushing organ in the chest—assuming charge of your entire being.
I am trying to sell beauty.
Worst that you can do to me is not buy it!
What do you mean ‘has to be?’ and what are you smiling at?” I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. “How human you are,” he whispered.