C.J. Carlyon Quotes

I still think about you at nightyou come back to me with the stars.

Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.

I love you to the moon and bed.

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.

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

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

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

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.

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

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

Just remember that people who are known for their looks are rarely known for anything else.

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Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.