“I’ve never seen him arrive or leave, because I always walk past him, drop a dollar bill in his case, and keep moving. Then, covertly from the platform, I look over—as do many of us—to where he sits on his… — Christina Lauren Copy Share
“Our eyes snag, and hold. His are green and yellow, with these razor-sharp flecks of brown. I feel like I've taken a running leap off a cliff and have no idea how deep the water is.” — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“I set my glass down and met his eyes, feeling an overwhelming surge of affection for this man. "That ... makes sense," I said, searching for the right words. "I don't think I appreciated what it meant to see you ever day, either. Even if I did want to poison you on no less than twenty-seven separate occasions." "Ditto," he… — Christina Lauren Copy Share
“But this...writing about how it feels to listen to music, to have found him--it almost feels like I'm writing a description of how my organs work… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“It's possible I mentally calculate the danger of being relatively drunk for the entirety of the next few weeks.” — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“Bennett was here. And he looked terrible. He'd lost weight, and although he was neatly dressed and clean-shaven, his clothes hung all wrong on… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“(...) loving someone isn't enough, that you must wait until you find your heart.” — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“He shakes his head, and I think this moment, right here, is when it really hits me that Sebastian's identity isn't queer. It's not… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“ Mmpf . You’re so heavy. Do you have bricks in your pocket? Get off me.” “But you’re so warm,” he whines. “And soft.… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“One month flies by when you're falling love with the woman you're using for sex. Two is an eternity when the woman you love… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“I’ve never seen him arrive or leave, because I always walk past him, drop a dollar bill in his case, and keep moving. Then, covertly from the platform, I look over—as do many of us—to where he sits on his stool near the base of the stairs, his fingers flying up and down the neck of the instrument. His left… — Christina Lauren Copy Share
“He nodded again and I was tempted to tell him the rule of silence: sometimes an awkward silence is actually far less awkward than… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“You obviously don;t understand a thing about men. Or, more specifically, this man." "I don't?" "No, I'm not scared of periods, and you could… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
“Mike Hawk!” Bennett practically yelled at me, dropping his hand. His eyes were red from laughing. “How am I supposed to keep it together… — Christina Lauren Copy Share Image
