That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

She shuddered. “What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.

I could never be afraid of you.

Ooh, J, he's got ink too." "Just when i didn't think he could get any hotter.

I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.