“I can’t help but wonder if I could get away with stabbing her cold, cold heart with an ice pick. For that, I might win the Nobel Peace Prize. Or, bare minimum, a call from the Vatican, thanking me.” — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“She smiled at and spoke to each person. It was as though she couldn't come into contact with anyone or anything without imparting some… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“Dude, now you’re flirting? Even to my own ears, my comment sounds suggestive. The sad thing is, it was meant that way. There are… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“She chews the inside of her lip as she digests it all. I don’t think she has a clue how sexy and adorable she… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“Really?” “Really.” “Really really?” “Really really. Just remember, tonight you’re mine.” It worries how much I like the sound of that, the thought of… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“It’s me,” he says softly. “Stop listening to everything else. Remember the way you feel when I’m kissing you and touching you. Don’t think with your… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“Someday I'll marry you, Miracle. And maybe someday after that, I'll deserve you.” — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“Don’t you think you should at least get dressed?” “Don’t you think you should at least give me my shirt then?” -Cash” — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“I’ve never really had feelings for a girl like her. Hell, I’ve never really had feelings for any girl period. Not like this anyway.” — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“Nash leans forward and cups my cheek with his hand. He cocks his head slightly as he considers me. “Don’t do that. Don’t ever… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“He looks into my eyes for several intense seconds, watching me like I’m all he sees. And he’s all I see. For this moment,… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
