Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my...

You just gotta love someone with full force, even if it hurts you. Even if you end up regretting it, at least you gave it your all.

All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip...

Or three. Or four,” I added.

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

Our eyes met and locked as the song came to a halt, followed by a screaming conclusion from the crowd, girls around us pressing me into the stage, forcing all the air out of my...

Hay veces en las que alguien confía lo suficiente en ti como para contarte sus secretos y eso hace que sea más fácil confiar en él.

Lacing my fingers through his, I studied them. His fingers were so much longer than mine, and I envisioned what those fingers could do. And how long they would take to do it before they...

Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.

Hearts aren’t as smart as heads. Ain’t that the truth?

In a typical college romance novel, he’d be a gorgeous but troubled sex god who’d cure all my deep-seated psych issues with a good hard fuck. I’d smell his misogyny and abusive tendencies from miles...

Part of me was slightly pissed off that this kiss with him hadn’t happened sooner. As in years ago sooner. Because this one little kiss—it literally rocked my world. He was morphine and I was...

I promise to keep my hands to myself. I’m too exhausted to make a move on you.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally...

Well, honey, it is the south. These debutantes know how to verbally kick anyone’s ass. They learned it from their mamas in the womb.

Will you have any regrets once she’s dead? Brooklyn’s question and her voice echoed in my head as I watched her walking to her house, her hips swaying tantalizingly at every step. A heavy weight...

Chemistry’s a tricky thing, and if I’m not feeling it, I’m not gonna pretend.

I find it rather depressing that the people you love most in this world can also be the same exact people you hate with fervor. But it can happen, trust me.It was the f***ing story...

Es impresionante cómo las cosas que recuerdas siempre son las que te gustaría olvidar y en cambio, las cosas a las que deseas aferrarte desesperadamente se desvanecen como la arena en el viento.

He owes me nothing, yet gives me everything in return. —SHEA

In the past year I’ve learned that love can make you do crazy, silly, stupid, ridiculous things. And the fact that one person can make you feel this way and do those things is amazing...

He thinks he’s comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he’s the one who’s breaking my heart.

Emerson lifts his head. His eyes are two dark pools of desire, a clouded night’s sky. He catches his breath a moment, unsteady, and then drops a kiss on my lips. Sweet. Almost tender. I...

But this girl…she doesn’t feel pointless. She’s real and she’s beautiful and she fits perfectly when she’s in my arms. She makes me want to feel.

Leo backed me against the door frame, his demeanor turning all ‘take-no-prisoners’ as he pinned me in place with his hips. His hands traced up and down the curve of my body until they wound...

My heart was divided for so long. Now I’m able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of...

When we’re good, we’re really good, and when we’re bad, it’s really bad. Two people that have that much passion must be doing something awfully right.

I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.

What is it about guys named Adam?

Being in love changes a person…a modest touch changes one’s mind, a lone thought one’s reasoning, but a kiss my friend, well that changes one’s existences.

—Soló porque el mundo esté lleno de cosas malas no significa que tenga que dejar que me destrocen.—Eso decía siempre—. Merezco ser feliz.

For the first time since I met her, I understand her need to keep her name secret and respect that. Here, someplace other than at home, we can be who we want, be with who...

Neither one of us is. But together we’re kind of perfect. So it works.

This is Bourbon Street, isn’t it? Where’s the freakin’ bourbon?

But sometimes you have to make a decision with your heart instead of your head, and that’s what I did. I know I’ve made the right decision even if it takes my brain a little...

I don’t get where he gets off thinking he should be able to have his cake and eat it too because news flash, this cake store is fucking closed.–Lane

I love you Rose, I love you with everything that I am, which may not be much, but it’s all yours.

Have sex with Adam? I’d rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.

I think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that’s the cure.

It’s in the past. I can’t control what they did, only how I react to it. I’m not going to change who I am because of what some jack offs think of me.

I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.