Book: Beautiful bastard

The heart has its reasons, which reason does not mean anything.

We caught glances for a moment, and though she seemed calm and collected, I saw the pain in her eyes. Every part of me longed to hold her, to chase away the pain.

I told you that I want more than just sex. I want to be with you. I want to be your lover. I swore, running my hands through your hair. I fall in love with you, Chloe... I want to be the only man who Fucks you at the window, and the first person you see in the morning, lying on my stolen pillow. I would also like to be the one to bring you lime Popsicles after you eat bad sushi.

He looked at me, then his gaze dropped to my skirt. Then he again looked me in the face and slightly opened lips, as if asking me what he already knew. Then he leaned forward, holding the handle between thumb and forefinger, and lifted it to the edge of my skirt.
When he saw yesterday's garter belt, his eyes widened.

I wanted this more than anything, but I had something to hear from her. When down there she said my name, that awakened in me some feeling. I still do not understand whether it meant something important, yet what I wasn't ready, but I knew that I needed that she said it, I wanted to hear that it's me she wants. I needed to know that this night she is mine.