Crush

That it doesn't matter why I ran," he said, staring at me without blinking, "because I came back. I'll always come back, Luce. No matter how many rip-roaring fights we have and no matter how many miscommunications we have. I'll always come back because you're where I belong.

It wasn't so much what made me fall in love with him... It was more that I couldn't not fall in love with him.

My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.

If you're looking to make someone happy, maybe you should think about what they'd want, not what you want them to want.

I'm sick of hearing people tell us how not right we are for each other. Just because you don't see it doesn't mean we're not true.

My number one commitment is you, Luce.

Baby, football isn't my dream" he said, kissing my forehead. "You are".

Better make it a good one.

I'd discovered another of life's cliches by being with jude: the happier you are in life, the faster it passes you by.

And then he game me that look. THE LOOK. The one where his eyes went all soft and light. In the battle that was man versus woman, this look should not be allowed.

Jude had promised me that the money and the fame wouldn’t change him, and he’d been right. He still swaggered around in his Cons and Levi’s and drank cheap beer, but, most important, he still looked at me like I was his whole world.

One true friend was worth more than fifty frenemies who laughed at my engagement ring. Bitches

So Jude was still Jude, I was still me, and we were still us. About the only thing that had changed was our bank account, just like he’d promised.

I'd hurt him. The one thing I never wanted to do but could never seem to escape from doing.

This was my life. And you know what? Life was pretty damn good. Even despite the fact that I had no clue where I was.

I didn't have the answers yet, but I wasn't terrified of them anymore.

The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.

I was still waiting for him to 'get' that. the longer I waited, the angrier I got. But most of all, the sadder I got.

Había aprendido de la manera difícil que el corazón quiere lo que el corazón quiere, y yo quería a Jude.

Ese chico roto en la playa parecía como hace una vida. Los años habían pasado, colegio y la NFL, matrimonio y un bebé, pero de vez en cuando, cuando Jude miraba hacia mí y me daba esa lenta mirada, con esa sonrisa conocida en él, yo era esa chica en bikini negro de nuevo, anhelando por un chico que nunca pensé que podría ser mío.

él era la enfermedad de la que no quería ser curada. Era el intoxicante del que nunca quería librarme

That's enough!" Holly scrambled out of her seat, too. "My three-year-old behaves better than all of you." She looked down at LJ, who was trying to stuff a fry up his nostril. "And that's not saying a whole lot.

Hui esa noche porque tenía miedo, y el hecho de que me escape cuando más me necesitabas me aterrorizo aun más y eso es en lo que he estado pensando sin parar, todo el día, cada día desde el sábado en la noche y, ¿quierés saber lo que ocurrió? —me pregunto apoyando su frente contra la mía. Con está distancia sus ojos eran todo mi campo de visión. —¿Qué? —dije, casi besándolo porque nuestros labios estaban muy cerca. —Qué no importa por lo que huya —dijo, mirándome sin pestañear—, porque regresare, siempre regresare. No importa cuántas peleas escándalozas tengamos y no importa cuántos errores de comunicación tengamos, siempre regresare, porque te pertenezco.