“Every part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your f***ing tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I'm certain that I require oxygen to breathe.”
“Here's to bottle caps,the Yankees, and 'birds', and most of all"...he paused and lowered his voice to a whisper.." and,most of all to a beautiful girl named Molly who refuses to believe the man-the man who loves her more than she'll ever know”
“I’ve never felt so heartbroken and so in love at the same time. If you would’ve told me the day we met that you were going to break my heart— and that days, months, or even years would pass, that I would still be hurting like this—it wouldn’t have stopped me from falling in love with you.”
“I want the late-night drives, the sunset watching, the screaming, the yelling, and the crying. I know I'll definitely want the make-up sex that comes after all of the screaming and crying. I want the good, the bad, and the in-between. All of it is what's going to make us amazing together.”
“When you want something this badly, you don't just give up. You fight and fight until you absolutely can't fight anymore.”
“Sometimes bad choices bring us to the right people, Emily.”
“I want it all, Emily. I want to spend my nights holding hands with you,” he breathed the words into her ear. “I want the all-day texting.” He kissed her temple and caressed her cheek. “I want the laughing and the forehead kisses.” He softly ran his lips over her forehead. “I want the date nights, the movie watching, and the breakfast making.” He dragged his hands through her hair, his teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip. “I want the late-night drives, the sunset watching, the screaming, the yelling, and the crying.” Still kissing her, he smiled against her mouth. “I know I’ll definitely want the make up sex that comes after the screaming and the crying. In want the good, the bad and e in between. All of it is what's going to make us amazing together,”
“Doll, you're going to get me out of your system as much as I'm going to get you out of mine. It's impossible.”
“A faint smile touched Emily’s mouth. “You want kids?”
“I want bucketloads tucked neatly into a minivan,” he laughed.
“Gavin Blake in a minivan?”
“Absolutely,” he replied, reaching for his beer. “A funky forest green one, too.”
“With the weight of his body, he pressed her back against the wall, and licked the soft spot below her earlobe. "Tell me how much you f***ing want me," he breathed.”
“I'm cool right? There's no lipstick left on me?" he asked, his smirk turning into a full-wated smile. "I love getting kissed by women who claim they don't love me - makes my dick hard as a motherfucker.”
“Then go after her, Gavin. When you want something this badly, you don’t just give up. You fight and fight until you absolutely can’t fight anymore. It’s in the Blake bloodline, so it should be easy enough for you. Besides, I’ve never known a more stubborn little bastard in my entire life.”
“The saddest part about this whole thing is that while I was in there begging you to stay, I didn't fucking realize you were already gone.”
“Don’t we all have to fill voids in our lives with something?”
“I'd never hurt you, Emily. Stop fighting me. Stop fighting what you already know”
“You’re playing with fire, man.”
“I can handle the burn. Just do what I asked.”
“Nope, there's shmexy, and there's sexy. And you, my friend, are shmexy.”
“And by the way, I'm completely head-over-heels, please-don't-wake-me-from-this-motherfucking-dream in love with someone else. She's everything you're not and then some. So I guess I owe you thanks.”
“No matter what age, race, or economic status we hold, death touches us all at one time or another.”
“Damn it, Emily, I want us! You belong with me, not him.”
“I want the good, the bad, and the in-between. All of it is what's going to make us amazing together.”
“Ever part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your fucking tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I'm certain that I require oxygen to breathe.”
“There’s not a man on Earth who doesn’t wish he was me right now. Your mind and your body will never forget the things I’m going to do to you tonight. Every…single…inch of your body is going to feel me.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yes.”
“I want you to give in to what I see behind your eyes every time I’m near you. I want you to give in to the way you trembled in my arms when I touched you… the way your breathing becomes faster when I look at you. I loved the way your lips felt against mine, and I’m pretty sure you did, too. I also enjoy the way I can almost feel you becoming wet for me right now. Are you going to pretend that you don’t feel anything for me, Emily?”
“Am I making it hard for you?” he asked mockingly.
“Yes, Gavin you are,” she quietly spat, her fingertips white-knuckled around her glass.
With his need for her trapped inside – blistering hot, sweltering, ready to explode – he leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “Good, because whenever you’re near me, I fucking lose every bit of self-control I have left.”
“Yes, he was that good looking. Take-your-breath-away good looking. Want-to-strip-your-body-naked-and-let-him-devour-you-alive good looking. Certified-eye-candy good looking.”
“Her worst nightmare and her wettest dream.”
“Though his father had told him stories about it happening, until that fateful afternoon, Gavin Blake had believed that love at first site didn’t exist.”
“He might have stolen her breath the first time they kissed, but there and then— stealthy like a cat burglar— he was trying to steal her heart.”
“Emily could feel the way Gavin stared at her. His eyes seemed to sink into her, making her want to bare every emotion and ever secret. What a dangerous talent for a man's eyes to posses, she thought to herself.”
“No one looks up. No one pauses. No one even questions. Easy as falling off a log. I”
“Three days isn’t that long to go without human contact, unless everyone you touch turns your insides into a cold, shaky mess. Then it feels like forever...and touching Will Killian actually felt pretty good.”
“No,” I insist. “Not without you.”
“Would you sacrifice the mortal you love for the netherling you hate?” he asks, and the conviction in his voice hurts as bad as a blow. I don't know what's more excruciating, the fact that I've told him I hate him enough times to make him believe it or that I'm starting to realize how far it is from the truth.”
“The Evejah tells us: When a man’s purse is empty, his rivals grow bolder.”
“You don't usually think of boredom as something similar to pain. That's because you've only been exposed to it in relatively small doses. You don’t know its true colour. The difference between the boredom you know and the boredom I know is like the difference between touching snow and putting your hand in a vat of liquid nitrogen.”
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