Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.
Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.
When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.
Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.
When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.