Quotes About Connection

Not sure I know what real is … but I don't believe in love, babe. I believe in gettin' laid." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Puck: Thought you weren't that kind of girl. Becca: What kind of girl? Puck: My kind.

I'd fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullshit needy "love"… This was deep, almost painful in its unholy intensity. It was like she'd sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I'd die if I ever tried to pull them out. I was truly, deeply, and utterly fucked, because I fucking loved this girl…and she wasn't for me.

But those are your fingerprints, babe.

I need you, Mel. I need you way too much as a friend to risk it. I know I've done a truly shitty job trying to communicate with you about this, but if you had any idea how important you are to me…Christ, you're one of the few things that kept me sane inside. Thinking about you, getting your letters. We gotta find a way, babe. We can't do this.

I love you." "I know," she replied, using her best Han Solo voice.

You probably wouldn't remember, but that night you had Noah?" he said. "You hunkered down on the side of the road and held my shoulders while you pushed him out.

Esto es lo que quiero —dijo con voz acariciadora, mientras se inclinaba y me besaba entre los omoplatos—. Necesito hacerte mía. Toda mía. Hacerte gritar, sentir que me perteneces y que yo te pertenezco y que nada más importa. No puedo dejar que te alejes de mí, nena.

Reese?" Her voice was tense, but I still liked the sound of my name on her tongue. Of course, it'd sound sweeter if she was screaming it into a pillow while I pounded her from behind. Funny how that works.

had disappeared to meet her online hottie, Liam. She was

We'll stop soon," he said, rubbing his nose along mine oh-so-slowly. "Just one more taste.

Fuck me," Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms

Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.

This isn't about getting laid, Randi. I just want it clear – I'm staking my claim. I missed out the first time we met. I won't let it happen again.

I'm totally down with angry hate sex – especially since it's usually followed by hot makeup sex – but this is our first time. It should be sweet. Happy. It should be so fucking beautiful that unicorns dance on the ceiling and my dick shoots rainbows instead of come. We can fight later.

Whatever this was between us, it wasn't one sided and I wasn't the only one blown away. "You can't tell me this isn't happening," he said, the words torn harshly from his throat. I wanted to deny it but I couldn't. "I've never felt anything like it in my life," I admitted. He growled, all savage satisfaction at my admission. Then his hand twisted hard in my hair, bringing his mouth back down over mine.

Doesn't matter what life you choose – your family will always be a part of you.

Um, Sophie? I have a face, you know," he added, and my eyes jerked up from his stomach.

My body recognized its master even if I didn't.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

It's not like we're a couple." "My dick was inside you three hours ago," he replied, eyes narrowing. "I don't know what that makes us, but it's fair to say we've moved past landlord and tenant.

Good Friends are like sunshine. A day is gloomy without them.

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Can you read my thoughts?" she asked them. "Are you talking to me?" Lee said. "To all of you. Can you read my thoughts?" "What are you trying to do—get me sent to seclusion?" "Go to hell", Helene said pleasantly. "Don't look at me," Miss Coral said, with the genteel horror of a countess visiting an abattoir, "I can't even read my own.