“...when you decide you want to be with someone forever, you want forever to start right now.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
“When men see an attractive woman, they fantasize about sex. When women see an attractive man they fantasize about a relationship.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
“I BELIEVE IN DESTINY, IN FATE, IN THE MAGIC OF THE UNIVERSE.
I BELIEVE WE HAVE NO CONTROL OVER LOVE.
EITHER IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN OR IT'S NOT..”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
“Time has a funny way of airbrushing relationships, removing all the things that were wrong so when you look back it looks much better than it really was.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
“If you want a man who's commited, go look in a mental hospital.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
“He hadn't lost Grace. Because she'd never been his to lose in the first place.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
“Being single isn't a terminal disease."
"Try telling that to my mother.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Do You Come Here Often?
Alexandra Potter
Born place: in Bradford, Yorkshire, The United Kingdom
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“It was odd how you could love something so much, but forget about it when it wasn’t right under your nose.”
― Karin Slaughter, quote from Kisscut
“Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.”
― Jess Walter, quote from Beautiful Ruins
“I will never, and I mean fucking never regret choosing you. Nothing is more important than you, Eva Brooks. Nothing.”
― Abbi Glines, quote from Sometimes It Lasts
“Maybe that was the point of truth-you could erase it all you wanted, and it was there was to be discovered again.”
― Scott Westerfeld, quote from Afterworlds
“Glaring, I snarled, “Kiss me. Give me one fracture of human company, and I’ll never say another word to you again. I’ll be whatever you want. Just kiss me!” His eyes narrowed. “You’re an idiot.” “So you keep telling me.” “You’re wasting your time.” “So you keep telling me.” “I don’t want to kiss you!” I lashed out. My arms came up. I opened my palm. And I slapped the self-righteous, egotistical arsehole on the cheek. The moment went from lust-heavy to stagnant with violence. We stared, caught dead centre in war. “You’re a fucking nightmare,” he snapped. “Kiss me.” “You’re ruining my life.” “Kiss me.” “You’re—” “Kiss me, Jethro. Kiss me. Just fucking kiss me and give me—” His body crashed against mine. His hands flew up, grabbing my cheeks and holding me firm. His lips, oh his lips, they bruised mine as his head tilted, and with pure anger, he gave me what I’d wanted for weeks. He kissed me. My lungs were empty—he’d stolen all my air, but I no longer survived on oxygen. I survived on his mouth, his taste, his unbridled energy pouring down my throat. His tongue tore past my lips, taking me savage and hungry. There was nothing sweet or gentle. This was a punishment. A reminder that I hadn’t won. He wasn’t kissing me. He was fighting me in every underhanded way. His hands dropped from my cheeks, cupping my breasts. The violence in his touch throbbed instantly. I arched my back, opening my mouth wider to scream, but he swallowed my cries, kissing me deeper, harder, stealing every inch of sanity I had left. I thought a kiss would put me on even ground—show him that he did care. That he was human—just like me. I hadn’t gambled on being detonated into a billion tiny pieces that had no notion of who I’d been before he’d stolen my soul. He backed me up, faster and faster to the bed. His breath saturated my lungs. His touch skated from my cheeks, to my breasts, to my waist, to my arse. Jerking me hard against the huge length of arousal in his jeans. The bed stopped our motion, tumbling us onto the sheets, but nothing, absolutely nothing could unweld our lips. We were joined, kissing, frantic, desperate. He groaned as I slid my hands beneath his t-shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He was blood and fire and heat. So different to the glacier he pretended to be. “Fuck,” he grunted”
― Pepper Winters, quote from First Debt
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