Quotes About Intimacy

I would forfeit the very surety of my soul to be the man who brings that look upon your face.

I came here to conquer you. And here I stay, a willing prisoner of your heart.

they rarely spoke. They didn't need to, because they knew each other's hearts without words.

I suspect I shall love you, she wrote with a wry understanding, as long as you do me, at least, and perhaps a little bit longer.

She wasn't the only woman to share FDR's life or his death or even his bed, but she would be the only woman to share his grave.

You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.

Charlie, there was no special feeling.

I only have so much willpower, Helen," he whispered. "And since you apparently sleep in the most ridiculously transparent tank top I've ever seen, I'm going to have to ask you to get under the covers before I do something stupid.

At long last he was her's

Marry me,' he said. [...] 'No,' she said. 'It scares me.' [...] 'What aspect of it scares you?' 'The loneliness.

They're rather sweet together. In some ways they are more like twins than lovers. They have that utter trust in each other; that dependence on the other half to make a proper whole.

It's probably a bit of a power trip when you befriend somebody enough that they trust you to tell you things.

As far as I'm concerned, the whole point of being with the same person for many years is not so that he or she can finish your sentences, but so that you rarely have to start one to begin with.

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. [...] " Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, "I still dream about you." "I have nightmares about you." I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

Intimacy issues' is code for 'I haven't met the right person.'" "And what is 'trust issues' code for?" Pierce held his gaze. "I'm afraid to believe I've met the right person.

Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

Rick said, "Is there some place we can go and talk?" "You want to talk?," Keir raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see the day." "Nah, I want to tell you this joke I heard." Keir nodded, patient. "Shoot." "Two Irish cops walk into a bar. The first cop says..." Rick's voice dropped. He said gruffly, "I love you. Come home." Keir managed to keep his voice steady. "What's the other cop say?" The sweetness of Rick's smile was like a kick in his chest. "That's what I'm here to find out, boyo.

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. Then he lunged forward, pushing me flat in the pillows once more. He leaned over me, his mouth a brush of lips away from my own, his breath warm on my face. "Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

I want to fuck you in those glasses.

We were locked onto each other as though we had just discovered this incredible thing you could do with two mouths pressing close and moist against each other. And the taste of him... Horrifyingly, unbearably sweet -- sweet in the way crack must feel hitting the bloodstream of an addict after years of staying clean.

What the hell are you doing?" I smiled, thinking how odd it was that he was the only person in the world I could say this to. "I'm scared." He was staring at me. "No way. I've never known anyone with more guts than you." "We're just not afraid of the same things.