Maybe that’s what makes it so hard. When you spend years thinking and dreaming about someone and have them fall back into your life? Sounds like fate to me.
Kissing Travis was like licking raw cookie dough off the spoon; it might be bad for her, but it was too delicious to care.
I made a mistake. Men and women can’t be friends. Statistically, impossible. One of the friends is always a little in love with the other or at least sexually attracted to them, and sex ruins friendships.
You make me crazy,” she muttered as she obeyed. “Likewise,” he countered.
In fact, I’ve been thinking; lips like that have got to be soft as a rose petal. You wouldn’t mind if I tested them out, would ya, sweetheart?
Make Me Crazy. Make me nuts! I don’t care as long as you’re here. With me.
He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. Who knew Miss California would be good in a bar fight.
You have exactly three seconds to get out of here before I do everything I’ve been thinking about since the first day I saw you. You decide. Now.
What was it about this infuriating woman that reduced him to a twelve-year-old at the pool?
Look, you don’t know what makes me tick, so stop assuming you do.
I hate that you went through hell for years and that you suffered. But without your past, you and I wouldn’t have a future.
She didn’t have to act like she couldn’t wait to have him, because that was exactly what was making her slip her bra down her arms so eagerly.
Want to stay over at my place tonight?” “But I don’t have anything to sleep in,” “Who said we’re going to be sleeping?
She was the best friend he’d ever had, and he’d tried to resist messing it up, tried not to feel anything else for her, but it was inevitable. He was meant to love Gemma Carlson.