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“I want you to be there.”
“Why, Faith?”
“Because that painting was the first one I painted for me in a very long time. And you’re the first thing I’ve done for me in a very long time.”
― Shameless
“Why, Faith?”
“Because that painting was the first one I painted for me in a very long time. And you’re the first thing I’ve done for me in a very long time.”
― Shameless
“A blush tinged her bronzed skin as she wrapped her arms around herself. Corrado grasped her wrists, pulling her hands away when she tried to shield herself. He stared at her, stunned to see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"You're not nervous this time, are you?" he asked, half-teasingly, half honestly wanting to know. She'd been so confident, unwavering before.
"It's the way you're looking at me."
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like you look at the Taj Mahal. Or the Sistine Chapel. You're staring at me like you stare at the Mona Lisa."
"I've never seen those things."
"It's like you've never seen something so beautiful before."
"I haven’t.”
― Made
"You're not nervous this time, are you?" he asked, half-teasingly, half honestly wanting to know. She'd been so confident, unwavering before.
"It's the way you're looking at me."
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like you look at the Taj Mahal. Or the Sistine Chapel. You're staring at me like you stare at the Mona Lisa."
"I've never seen those things."
"It's like you've never seen something so beautiful before."
"I haven’t.”
― Made
“Donnelly subtly eyes them while facing us too. “Those mugs are bugging Beckett.” I can’t detect Beckett’s annoyance. But not a second later, he realigns the mugs in a neat row.
Maximoff gesticulates from his chest to Sulli, speaking extremely fucking empathetically to his cousin.
I skim him, a smile playing at my lips, and I take a swig of coffee. “He’s about to hug her.” On cue, Maximoff wraps his arms around his cousin, and she squeezes him back.
Akara bounces his ball. “She’ll buy a Sagittarius something for me. Wait for it…” We watch Sulli scan the shelves and then veer to a display of zodiac jewelry. She plucks a silver Sagittarius keychain off a hook.
Spending 24/7 with a person has this effect.”
― Lovers Like Us
Maximoff gesticulates from his chest to Sulli, speaking extremely fucking empathetically to his cousin.
I skim him, a smile playing at my lips, and I take a swig of coffee. “He’s about to hug her.” On cue, Maximoff wraps his arms around his cousin, and she squeezes him back.
Akara bounces his ball. “She’ll buy a Sagittarius something for me. Wait for it…” We watch Sulli scan the shelves and then veer to a display of zodiac jewelry. She plucks a silver Sagittarius keychain off a hook.
Spending 24/7 with a person has this effect.”
― Lovers Like Us
“I can hear our hearts breaking."
A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. "I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak.”
― Fuel the Fire
A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. "I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak.”
― Fuel the Fire
“I get it,” I say. “You don’t like anyone tying you down—”
“One person can tie me down,” he cuts me off and then glances at me. “You’re smiling.”
“I’m not.” I sort of was. I unhinge my jaw, ridding whatever expression is causing him to overflow with satisfaction.
His grin has landed in James Franco territory. “I didn’t say that person was you.”
I blink. “You ever hear of that annoying six-foot-three guy with bleach-white hair who died in a Chicago stairwell?”
He laughs. “You mean the guy you have a hard-on for.”
― Lovers Like Us
“One person can tie me down,” he cuts me off and then glances at me. “You’re smiling.”
“I’m not.” I sort of was. I unhinge my jaw, ridding whatever expression is causing him to overflow with satisfaction.
His grin has landed in James Franco territory. “I didn’t say that person was you.”
I blink. “You ever hear of that annoying six-foot-three guy with bleach-white hair who died in a Chicago stairwell?”
He laughs. “You mean the guy you have a hard-on for.”
― Lovers Like Us
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