New Adult Romance Quotes - Page 4

Wiping my sleeve over my eyes, I clear the tears and smile at her. “Yea. I’m great.” Leaning over the bed, I lay a gentle kiss over her mouth. It’s not meant as a sexual kiss, rather a reverent kiss to show her how much I love her. But, if that didn’t convey my message, I move to her ear and whisper. “I love you so much. Thank you for this baby.” I bury by head in her neck while still holding her hand tightly. Her free hand strokes my head and tangles in my hair.

I trust you.""Good." There was a flash of a quick smile and then he was out of the Jeep. I tracked him with my eyes, feeling a little dizzy. It was the truth. I did trust him and that was a big deal for me. I really hadn't trusted any guy since Jeremy, anyone except my brother. But I had trusted Jase from the moment I had met him.

After a bad trip, don't carry your luggage on board the next flight. Stay grounded til you figure out a new way to travel.

It was the calm before the storm, and holy crap, my bones knew it was going to be the storm of my life.

But sometimes you have to make a decision with your heart instead of your head, and that’s what I did. I know I’ve made the right decision even if it takes my brain a little while to catch up to my heart.

He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too much pressure. When his lips pressed against the pulse at the base of my throat, I wondered if he could feel the power in my pulse, the power he was solely responsible for. As if in answer, his hand moved from my neck to my chest, resting over the space that contained my heart. There was something beautiful and intentional about that gesture, like he was acknowledging the mortal part of me that reacted so restlessly to his touch.

Here’s the thing about falling for someone who’s already given up; there’s no promise of tomorrow. There aren’t any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It’s like you’re helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it’s more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. —Nolan

I don't know? Maybe because we had sex.

Women, the most beautiful things in the world,” answers the model. As if it’s the only thing worth painting, as if everyone should aspire to it. Normally coming from a guy that answer would sound so incredibly skeezy—a greasy, obvious pick-up line. But something about this guy’s earnest tone tells me he means it." -from Model Position by Kitsy Clare

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.

There’s no more perfect way to fall asleep than having my arms wrapped around her while I breathe in her peaches and cream scent that is mixed with the scent of us and sweat.

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

I’d have to say, you’ve got something behind those hazel eyes of yours that I haven’t seen in a long time

Are you trying to call me strange, Mandrake?” I pout playfully.He nods. “Your strange is what makes you sensational to me.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

DONOVAN: Court’s a good leader. He doesn’t hold my hand or treat anyone like a child. He’s kicked a few *sses when guys went off script to make their own moves. Once he even scared the sh*t out of one of the older guys.

It will be a lesson in hope.

I had no idea what the lyrics were in the song, but his voice wrapped around my head, weaving through my hair, and whispered into my ears that made me drunk with a feeling I never felt before.

He's an idiot for letting you walk away in that dress tonight.

If you want to hit me, scratch me, punch me, I'll take it. If you want to yank my hair, spit on me, kick me, I'll endure it. I deserve to be punished. Leave your mark on my body. Show me how much I hurt you, then show me again. Because I'm prepared to withstand anything in order to keep you by my side.

Love is not found, love finds.

I lie awake in bed until way past midnight, fervently hoping Ky is going make an appearance at any moment to explain his behavior. But as the clock chimes two, I have no choice but to face facts.He isn’t coming.And it feels ominous.Like the winds are changing, and destiny is altering.His absence is more than telling.It has a finality to it that scares me half to death.

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.

He felt the quicksand of failure sucking at his feet, threatening to bury him, to drown him.Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Location 2125).

He is who he is, but it's not enough for me. I want more. I don't want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.

What is it about guys named Adam?

I promise to keep my hands to myself. I'm too exhausted to make a move on you.

XAVIER: Being trapped in a life that you didn’t choose is no f***** picnic, no matter how good it may appear to people outside of the situation.

He gently sucked on my lower lip, biting it carefully with his teeth. It sent tingles all over my body and I had to hold on to his strong shoulders, firm under my fingers. I opened my mouth and tugged once on his lip ring. What happened next was the best sound I had ever heard before. He groaned so deeply that I couldn’t keep my answering moan quiet.

....They're called "better halves" for a reason, I guess. You can't have one half that's worse than you. It'd be a disaster.

The only spark of humanity in me is from you, because I love you. If you die, so do I.

I find it rather depressing that the people you love most in this world can also be the same exact people you hate with fervor. But it can happen, trust me.It was the f***ing story of my life.

Have sex with Adam? I'd rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.