The Wanderers Quotes

“That's it. I had enough of your abuse,” Tristan said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back down on the bed. I screamed as he tackled me. We wrestled back and forth, laughing. I found his tickle spot giving me the advantage, but he was fast and kept getting the upper hand. He had me pinned with my arms above my head and his body pressing down on mine. I stopped resisting, but he didn't let go. He was panting and smiling over his victory. He stared deep into my eyes making my heart race.”
― Jessica Miller, The Wanderers

“The moment his lips hit mine I felt my insides turn to mush. I wanted to pull away, but couldn't. All the anger and sadness was gone the moment his lips molded with mine. I still wanted to be mad at him, but I no longer had the strength. I felt everything in that kiss. I felt how much he loved me, how much it hurt him to leave me. Every agonizing day he spent without me by his side. He loved me still through it all. And I loved him too, no matter how much it hurt. He pulled back enough to place his forehead on mine. “Ella, I made a mistake, I was an idiot, please forgive me.” Through the flood of our tears I no longer knew who's were who's hitting my cheeks. “I know you love me too...I can feel it, I felt it when we kissed.” I pulled back wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Ella, you are the piece to the puzzle I've been missing all these years. When I'm with you I feel complete.” My heart broke at the sentiment and I felt like I was falling apart into a million pieces. I fell into his arms wanting him to hold me, cradle me, and never let go. I pressed my head against his body listening to the rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of his skin, his scent, everything about him I loved so much. I pulled back and looked into his eyes ready to tell him I loved him too.”
― Jessica Miller, The Wanderers

“Ella, I think it's best if I go,” Tristan said a little scared. “Besides, I don't really want to make him mad,” he whispered. I knew my dad heard him by the smile on his face. I glared at my father, turned back to Tristan and pulled him in for one hell of a kiss. His arms flailed at his sides refusing to touch me. Tristan managed to pry me off of him and he pulled back blushing. He had fear all over his face when he looked at my dad.”
― Jessica Miller, The Wanderers