“Sometimes the things we dream about are merely the heart's way of protecting us from what we really want, and what we're really afraid to lose.” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“He sleeps with you?" "Robert?" Stacey rolled her eyes at that. "No, Ghandi-of course Robert!” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“Who do you think you are?" She sneered. "Are you her lover or something?" I nodded. "Yeah. Wanna watch?” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“Before I succumbed to the sweet lull of his voice, I made one last request. "Stay". I was asleep before he could answer, but… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“And you think that that's going to fix everything? That all of your problems are going to be solved because you gave him a… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“He looked at me as if I had some kind of 'I hate penises' sign on my forehead.” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“Robert, I’m sorry that you feel so strange, but I’m not sorry that you’re feeling it because of me,” I whispered, my heart feeling… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“If I could make you happy, then I'd be a prince. If I could get you to love me, then I'd be a king.… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“Their football team moved like some kind of machine, perfect and well-oiled. Their cheerleaders were like springs, bouncing and flipping and woo-wooing with their… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“The full impact of silver--liquid fire, hot and flowing hit me hard in that place in your belly that doesn't exist for food, but… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“The terminals were so corroded it looked like some kind of alien had taken a dump on the battery and then decided to play… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“I held my breath, and refused to blink; he placed his hand on the bed to brace himself as he leaned towards me. Slowly,… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“It's my heart. It is the same as yours. I shook my head. No it isn't. Your heart has beaten for fifteen hundred years--and… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“Love takes no prisoners, it knows no mercy; it will suffocate you with its truth.” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
“She opened [the door] and slipped outside easily, while I clomped like a drunken racehorse after her.” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share
