Author of quotes: Christina Lauren

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

When Hannah looked at me when her voice was quiet and hoarse, I knew that all was lost. It wasn't just physical attraction. Of course, I've been attracted to women. But with Hannah it was something stronger, some kind of chemistry, the electric discharge running between us and forcing me every time to want a little more than I gave. Hannah offered me friendship, and I wanted her body. She offered me a body and I wanted to possess her thoughts. She offered me their thoughts and I wanted her heart.

I could imagine a life with Hannah, where we had shared a bed, kitchen, family budget and quarrels. I could imagine how she was angry with me, and I am driven to it later and all sorts of tricky ways to achieve forgiveness, because she's my Hannah, and, therefore, ready to tell their secret thoughts and desires.

Not that I never was fond of women - even very fond of. But it always had a good head on his shoulders, trying to take as much physically, but the feelings are stifled, or even swept aside. What Hannah made me discard this usual strategy and rush straight into the depths where lurked and the strongest affection, and the desperate fear?

On her face played a confused smile.
I'm so sorry, she said quietly. - I don't know what the devil possessed me.
I was going to joke on a topic that has mastered it is not the devil, as Hannah squeezed my mouth with his hand.
- Don't say it.

She was my blind turn, my mysterious hill, and I guess I was not destined to get rid of the fear that one day I won't be able to avoid collision and shatter. But when she was close when I could to touch her, to kiss, to listen to all her crazy theories about virginity and love, I experienced the pure euphoria, the unique combination of peace, excitement and desire. In those few seconds I completely forgot about the fact that I can break.

I always understood why women want will. He was impatient and imperfect, dark and experienced. The impression was that looking at a woman, he can read all her secret desires.
But now I knew why women lose from his head. Because he really felt what every woman need and what I need. Even before our first touch I was lost for all other men.

- What do you think? she asked.
Little scientist - she was always trying to dissect me.
I thought about everything, and wanted everything, and panicking, because maybe with his own hands cut the last thread keeping my feelings in check.

I was good until Hannah with her grinding non-stop mouth and cunning eyes broke into my life. I was fine until she broke my established routine. And now I wanted to see Dylan get out the hell out of her apartment, giving me the opportunity to go upstairs and tell her she is a pain in the ass and I pissed on her because she knocked out a robust, sustainable soil from under my feet.

Here and now our lives are held. That's how she began: weddings, birth of children, the decision to grow up and be for someone the only person in the world. The main thing - not a fucking job, and not a random affair. Life was built from these bricks, relationships, and milestones and moments when you said two best friends that you have a baby on the way.

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.

I love to hear you laugh, to see how you react to certain things, I love to learn about you something new. I love who I become with you, and I believe you will not hurt me.

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.