I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.
Tammara WebberShe chews her lip, staring into my eyes. "Okay... Why did you kiss me in Austin?" I laugh softly and she frowns. "Sorry. That one's too easy." My gaze flicks to her mouth and back. "I'd wanted to kiss you ever since Quinton suggested playing spin the bottle, and by that night in your room, I'd run out of willpower to fight it.
Tammara WebberI'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.
Tammara WebberRather than raising his voice like everyone else, he leaned close to my ear and asked, "Dance with me?" I felt his warm breath and inhale the scent of his aftershave -something basic and male.
Tammara WebberI'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.
Tammara WebberI opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldnโt. If words donโt want to come out, they donโt. I donโt understand when people say things and then they say, I didnโt mean to say that. Words donโt just fall out. You have to push them out. And sometimes, you canโt push them out, even if you want to.
Tammara Webber