Quotes About Intimacy

you'd have to learn not just her mannerisms but what's deeply inside her? Wouldn't you have to learn her heart?' 'Yes, certainly.' 'And that could be difficult, no? Something beyond even your wonderful capabilities. Because an impersonation wouldn't do, however skillful. You'd have to learn her heart, and learn it fully, or you'll never become Josie in any sense that matters.

I'm sure she felt it too, because we'd always hold each other very tight after times like that, as though that way we'd manage to keep the feeling away.

I was present, as Josie liked me to be, but wishing to give privacy, stood in the shadows, my face turned to the refrigerator.

You spend so much time with someone, you find you get used to him.

Derek looked around, like he was searching for something to use. Then he stripped off his shirt. I tried not to look away. Not that he looked bad without his shirt. The opposite, actually, which is why...Let's just say friends are really better when they're fully clothed.

I slid closer, feeling his arms close around me, tightening. Our lips touched-- Derek? his dad called. Chloe? Derek let out a growl. I laughed and backed up. We seem to get a lot of that, don't we? I said. Too much. After we eat, we're going for a walk. A long walk. Far from every possible interruption. I grinned up at him. Sounds like a plan

I wanted to walk over there. I wanted to curl up beside him, lean against him, talk to him. I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to tell him everything would be okay. And I wanted him to tell me the same thing. I didn't care if it was true or not- I just wanted to say it. To hear it, to feel his arms around me, hear the rumble of his words, that deep chuckle that made me pulse race

You want to keep looking? I asked. Yeah, maybe. I'll leave you to it, then. I started for the door. No. He said it quickly, and reached for my arm, but stopped before he touched me. I mean, if you're tired, sure, but you don't have to. Derek doesn't want her to leave ?

I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--

I leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes widened, then his lips parted and he kissed me back, mouth warm and firm against mine and that floating feeling washed over me and through me, and it was so amazing that when it ended, I just stayed there, my face so close to his I could feel his breath, see those incredible amber eyes, and that was all I could see, all I wanted to see.

The sense that the only thing better than being alone would be to be with someone who made you feel as safe and comfortable as you did when you were alone. He rose on his elbow to look down at Olivia.

We lay there a moment, entwined around each other, panting. Then I lifted my head to look at the room. Two broken lamps. One ripped pillowcase. One damaged headboard. Not bad ... Oh, shit. Was that a picture frame? Two picture frames. How the hell did we ...? I sighed. We'll snag the bill before Jeremy sees it, Clay said. I sighed louder. Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.

He laughed and tugged me down in a kiss. Then, lips still close enough to feel them tickle mine, he said, You know this is it for me, right?You're it. First and last. I looked up and met his gaze. Same for me. First and last.

As my hair fell free, Cortez entwined his fingers in it and kissed me even harder. Then he slipped one hand from my hair and snapped his fingers over our heads. The lights went out.

The sense that the only thing better than being alone would be to be with someone who made you feel as safe and comfortable as you did when you were alone.

So, is it too young for you? He leaned over, lips coming to mine, arms pulling me into a kiss, soft at first, tentative, then ... wow. The guy could kiss. I finally had to pull back to catch my breath. Good answer? he said. Yep. You like them young. He flushed. That was not the message. Are you sure? Because it certainly seems-- He cut me off with another oxygen-depriving kiss.

Nothing says 'I love you' like 'I tracked down this guy for you to kill

There's one you don't see in the movies. Nothing says 'I love you' like 'I tracked down this guy for you to kill.

Just relax," he said, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid to rest against my hip. He stayed bent over my shoulder, as if trying to see through the slats in the door, his breath ruffling my hair. When I shifted, he put his other hand on my other hip. I shifted again. "Stop squirming," he said. "I didn't wear my steel-toed boots." I stepped off his foot. "Sorry.

He grinned, that blazing grin now, hair plastered to his face, eyes glittering. I leaned over and kissed him. He hesitated for about a nanosecond, like he really hadn't expected that, and I laughed. Then he kissed me back, a light kiss, almost teasing, making me shiver. "Probably not the safest place to make out," I murmured, pulling back to glance at the ground, fifty feet below. "I don't care if you don't," he said.

Suddenly he was right there, his mouth on mine, my arms around his neck. Then he stopped. He caught my arms and backed up, studying my face. "Has anyone had access to your drinks recently?" he said. "Any strange allergic reactions? Bug bites?" "Shut up.

I suspect I could spend every evening this week with you and I wouldn't know you any better than I do right now." "Sure you would. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you." "That's the key word, isn't it? What I want to know. Not necessarily the truth." His lips twitched with what looked like genuine amusement. "Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended.

I eased forward and leaned up to his ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled. "Mmm, I'd better not answer that." His gaze traveled down me, then zipped back to my face. "Sorry." "Focus, Rafe." "I am. Just on the wrong thing.

Our door closes, and I am home with my guy and my dog. There's no one I need to pretend for anymore.