Quotes About Intimacy

All night, I talked to other people. I didn't look in his direction, but I always knew where he was. I was painfully aware of him. When he was nearby, my body hummed. When he was away, there was this dull ache. With him near, I felt everything.

He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure-he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And the I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking,because we both know-this is the night we become real.

When I get you back, I'm gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you." He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s.

I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.

I don't want to forget any of this. The way he's looking at me at this very moment. How, when he kisses me, I still get shivers down my back, every time. I want to hold on to everything so tight.

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home.

I whispered "I'm not," even though I was. Not scared of him, but scared of everything I felt. Sometimes it was too much. What I felt for him was bigger than the world, than anything.

I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.

It's not all of a sudden," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "It's always.

Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.

To love a boy, to have him love you back. It feels miraculous.

When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about me. Want me. Roughly, he said, "Yes. Yes, I still." And then we were kissing again.

I wonder, though…what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back.

I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, "Ahh, feels good." I laughed and said, "That's because you're coldhearted." He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, "For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

We smile at each other and I feel that wonderful sensation of being known by someone.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love.

But then I see the way he is looking at me, with such tenderness, and I stop.

At first it was scary, but then I liked it too. Part of me wants to just stay next to you forever. I could easily do that. I could love you forever.

Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away.

I just mean that you should give people a chance to know you." Josh points the remote control at me and says, "If people knew you, they would love you." He sounds so matter-of-fact. Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

I wonder, though... what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back. Would it be scary only for a second or two, or would it be scary the whole time? What if I didn't like it at all? Or what if I liked it too much? It's a lot to think about.

I don't think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips... Or any other body part.

And grumbling, he does it, in front of everybody, which is how I know he is utterly and completely mine.