On the Sideline Quotes
On the Sideline
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J.B. Salsbury956 ratings, 4.04 average rating, 81 reviews
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“I’m going to be so good to you, you’re never going to let me go.”
― On the Sideline
― On the Sideline
“I really love you.” He kisses me once, closed mouth, and then again.
I close my eyes and whisper, “I think…”
Another kiss, and one more, this one a little longer with parted lips. “Yeah?”
I feel him smile against my mouth.
“I love you, too.”
He’s on me again, this time without a gentle prelude, his tongue dips between my lips, his hand between my legs. “You’re not going to regret letting me love you.”
― On the Sideline
I close my eyes and whisper, “I think…”
Another kiss, and one more, this one a little longer with parted lips. “Yeah?”
I feel him smile against my mouth.
“I love you, too.”
He’s on me again, this time without a gentle prelude, his tongue dips between my lips, his hand between my legs. “You’re not going to regret letting me love you.”
― On the Sideline
“Guys like you don’t fall for guys like me.”
He sits up and turns more fully to me. “Says who?”
“Society.”
“Fuck society. I think you’re gorgeous, Bex. Your presence charges the air in a room so that I can feel you before I even see you. What is that?”
I pluck the front of my shirt and bring it to my nose. “Tide Clean Breeze?”
“No, Brat” … “It’s you.”
― On the Sideline
He sits up and turns more fully to me. “Says who?”
“Society.”
“Fuck society. I think you’re gorgeous, Bex. Your presence charges the air in a room so that I can feel you before I even see you. What is that?”
I pluck the front of my shirt and bring it to my nose. “Tide Clean Breeze?”
“No, Brat” … “It’s you.”
― On the Sideline
“You’re telling me you don’t feel it?”
Feel it? I feel a lot of things.
“When we’re together?” He slides his hand toward me on the bench stopping just shy of my hand. “Do you feel it?”
I suck in a shuddered breath and press my thighs together.
“You feel it.” The deep timber of his voice is like liquid sex.
“You’re a good looking guy.” I hate the shaky weakness in my voice. “Every girl feels something around you.”
“But I only feel something around you.”
― On the Sideline
Feel it? I feel a lot of things.
“When we’re together?” He slides his hand toward me on the bench stopping just shy of my hand. “Do you feel it?”
I suck in a shuddered breath and press my thighs together.
“You feel it.” The deep timber of his voice is like liquid sex.
“You’re a good looking guy.” I hate the shaky weakness in my voice. “Every girl feels something around you.”
“But I only feel something around you.”
― On the Sideline
