Quotes About Affection

Duele constatar que algo que ha sido tuyo, o así lo creíste, ya solo puedes abordarlo como extranjero, y que no hay mejor manera de probarle tu afecto que apartándote hacia la penumbra. Desarma pensar que poco a poco resbalas, así, hacia la penumbra de todo.

I am not in love with you," she said. "It is an infatuation. I have heard of such derangements happening to elderly spinsters.

Even now the wicked spirit lurked there, a glint of mischief in the darkness of heat and desire. It made her smile, and she brought her smile to his mouth and gave it to him. "Miss you," she whispered. "So much.

She set her hand against his chest, to push him away. He laid his hand over hers, and held hers there, over his pounding heart.

I think about how there's nothing in the world like laughing with my dad. I think about how knowledgeable he is on almost any topic and how fully he loves me and how kind he is—not just to me, but to everyone. The first thing people say about my father isn't how smart or funny he is, though he is both. The first thing they say is "He's so sweet." I

I can't walk away from someone I love without saying 'I love you' one last time. I've known how very much I've loved you for a long time. You think I'm a child and I know nothing about the world or about love. But I know about love. I know about loss. And I know about loneliness, and goodbyes, and about never being able to voice those feelings again. "Perhaps you've said those words, Richard, and don't mean them. But I never have.

Her gave her a

I suppose no one is truly dead when we go on loving them.

I love you, Mallory, he said very quietly, very seriously. So damn much. Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. I know. You know? Yes. Well, hell, he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. You might have told me and saved me a lot of time. How about I tell you something else? she said. I love you, too.

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. "I get to you." "Are you kidding? You own me," he said, his voice running over her like silk.

She had time to make room for him in her closet. The cat had time to get used to him. They had all the time they needed, because he'd told her he was hers, and he was a man of his word. I've got all I need, she told him. He leaned down and kissed her again, then stroked a finger over her temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I want you to know, he said. That you're the best choice I ever made. No regrets? No regrets.

Tired of me already? he asked with a smile in his voice. No quite yet. You? His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. Never. Her heart skipped a beat. Never is a long time, she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. That's what I'm counting on.

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count. -Tara on Ford

It was incredibly hard to hold on to resentment for someone when you'd had your tongue down their throat. Plus, he kissed like magic.

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. "I missed you, Holly." Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

I..." Her gaze dipped to his chest and then back to his eyes. "I do feel things for you," she whispered. "Big things. I just..." He pushed her hair from her face. "You'll get there when you get there. There's no rush, Lily." Her eyes were big on his. Uncertain. Wary. "I'm just..." "I know. And I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "And neither are my feelings for you.

You really do have some pretty fancy words lately. Yeah. He put the mistletoe in his pocket and pulled her in closer. And here's three more.....I love you.

She kissed him, and then kept at it, kissing hello and goodbye and just because, because she knew this was all going to stop soon.

You know what you are, Sam Brody? she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. A big, fat tease. They both knew there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. They also both knew exactly what she meant.

It's okay to be stupid in love, she assured him, patting him like he was a little boy instead of a full-grown man who was a head and a half taller than her. Once....

Thanks for being here for me, she whispered. He started to answer flippantly, but stopped when he realized how much it meant to him as well, that he could be there for her. Anytime, babe. And for the first time in his life, he actually meant it.

Feel free to kiss it better.

The truth was, she'd never really thought about love before—the heart-pounding, can't-live-without-you kind of love that grows in the pit of the stomach and spreads outward until you're warm all over. The kind of love you know is real because you've got not one single teeny, tiny doubt that he'd be there for you, no matter what