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He was so handsome I felt like filing a civil lawsuit against his parents, claiming punitive damages, pain and suffering to my psyche.
There is nothing temporary about how I want you.”
Martin, who has no problem yelling at females, males, turtles, grass, and furniture, yelled back.
I had to do this because…super-hot boy alert level ten thousand.
his laugh was a radioactive seduction and had a half-life of infinity.
He usually wore an expression of perpetual unimpressed boredom. Perpetual unimpressed boredom was a good look for him, a very good look.
it’s much better to just say thank you, or I appreciate that and strive to be that compliment. Fools fight compliments, she’d said, and sometimes other people see you better than you can see yourself.
being out of his depth looked adorable on Martin.
realization took root. Martin Sandeke wasn’t used to freely voicing his thoughts and feelings…nor was he used to kindness.
I was unimpressed with the dynamic of unspoken, but clearly understood, possessiveness.
I felt abruptly as though I’d just been peed on.
The sky had too many stars to be anything but fatalistically romantic.
With my paper-white complexion, the glare off my thighs would likely burn retinas.
lost in the ostentatiousness of the house and its sprawling splendiferous shadow.
No one, she said, could tell me what to think of my body. If I let another person’s opinion matter I was giving him or her control over me, and I had complete control over my self-image.
Trusting and needing someone are usually mutually exclusive.”
His protectiveness didn’t feel like possessiveness,
He exhaled a soft laugh, peering at me like I was weird and wonderful.
“You tell me to relax, which is impossible. I tell you to create cold fusion, which is impossible.”
They looked like evidence. Like they’d been placed there purposefully.
My notebooks were soothing to me.
They were the brain-spinach to my Popeye the sailor man.
His eyes felt cherishing and a little lost. The effect of his triple assault—earnest eyes, caressing hands, sexy smile—potent.
girl that guys like us, if we’re smart and if we’re lucky that is, you’re the girl we marry. You’re the marriage girl.”
He’s ready for what’s next and you are the Olympic gold medal, the Nobel Peace Prize, the Pulitzer Prize, and the Academy Award of marriage material.”
Truly, he was one of our finest. His ancestors should really give themselves a big pat on the back.
A beautiful man is the devil’s most potent weapon.
I don’t know how to be near you without being possessive
Assuming the worst of me isn’t trying. Either you do this for real, or you break your promise. But
