Tryst Quotes

“We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I’m glad we can be friends.”
There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“A wicked curve appears on his lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’m allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I want.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. “I loved him. That’s what dumb girls do.”
“You aren’t dumb.”
I try to hold back my smile. “I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.
I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“The truth is, I always want to kiss you.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping in sweat.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I half hoped he would be shirtless, but then wanted to smack myself at the ridiculous secret confession.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.
“Morning, roomie.”
His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“He’s so pretty it hurts.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst