C.J. Carlyon Quotes

He loved her like the first time every time. Like the first time all the time.

I love you to the moon and bed.

I’m jealous of the cherries that have been in your mouth,” he said, “that they get to make your lips so red.” He kissed her softly, teasing her tongue with his, a lustful wet caress, and Austen was suspended in air. “I’m jealous of every single day before today that I didn’t get to spend with you.

It is more than love, barely less than madness. It’s never close enough.

I would rather be destroyed by you than loved by anyone else.

She was the wish of his life. He didn’t know how else to say it. He didn’t even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.

When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.

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