I want to marry this girl. I want to marry her now.
He’s the president now, but he’s still Matt. My first crush, my first love. And I know that after Matt, I’ll never want or love another man again.
I am in love with the first lady of the United States. At the moment, a dozen vans from District florists are pulling up at the White House, and the staffers are helping me fill up her room. I’m going to ask her to marry me. Today.
She is the one relentless, constant thought in my head and tug in my damn chest. The only she that has ever existed in my life.
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States . . .
You’re . . . their absolute fantasy. Of course I’m jealous. You’re their fantasy and mine.
I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I’ve already been caught and trapped and he’s merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.
Weak men don’t like string men, they remind them of what they failed to be.
Seriously, men.” Gina scowls when she turns back to us. “We’re royalty when they want to fuck. Thrilled to have as much sex as their anatomy allows, and then we’re nothing.Women need a reason to have sex, men just need a place.
Take his name. Because I love him.Because when I look into his eyes, nothing else exists but him. Because even when I don’t look into his eyes, nothing else exists but him.–rachels thought
Lust. It’s not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It’s not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It’s weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.
I’ve fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?
The heart is a hollow muscle,and it will beat billions of time during our life. About the size of a fist,it has four chambers….How this muscle can house something as emcompassing as love is beyond me.