Andreia

“There was a raw need inside of me that wouldn’t stop making demands. I wanted to be close to Cameron. Closer. I wanted to be kissed and taken and thrown around. I wanted him to look at me like he had earlier today, when his face had gone all soft. But also like he couldn’t wait to eat me whole. I wanted him to give me his slow smile and his frown and his head tilt when he was trying to sneak inside my head. I wanted to make him laugh and for him to call me love not because it was sweet or sexy in that English gruffness, but because no one had ever called me that, and it felt right that only he did. But above all else, I wanted to be wanted by him. Craved. Like someone craved that feeling in your chest that lit everything else up. Like I craved him.”
― Elena Armas, The Long Game

“Easy peasy, photons squeezy.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“You were looking at me the way you are now. Just like that. I didn't want it to end."

His words were soft, barely a whisper. "Like what?"
"Like I'm something precious. Worth looking at.
His face fell. "Why would you think otherwise?"
"Because no one ever looks at me that way.”
― Elena Armas, The Long Game

“Just promise," I say, "we'll end things before we ever let them get like that."
Hurt flashes across his face. I want to take it back, but I don't.
This is all I can give him, all I can give myself: some tiny measure of protection.
The only way I can bear loving anyone this much is knowing it will never turn to poison. Knowing we'll give each other up before we can destroy each other.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place