Rather 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.

Every moment was a before and an after. Every moment was a now to be lived.

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

You have a freckle here," he whispered, sweeping his tongue over a spot just under my jaw. "It drives me crazy every time you 're above me. I just want to do this..." The jentle draw of his mouth pushed me over the edge, and my knees tightened around his hips as i rocked against him.

What I can't do anywhere is be with you.

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

People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.