Quote by Megan Erickson Download Open image ““I stroked both of us in my fist. I”” — Megan Erickson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“So I laid a hand on his forearm, savoring the corded strength beneath, and nestled my head back against his chest. “I wish I… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“He stroked a hand across my shoulders. "You know, I've never seen this agressively intellectual side of you before. It's rather disturbing and yet… — Molly Harper Copy Share Image
“I stroke his hair and repeat the words of comfort he whispered to me the last time we were together. "Shhh," I say. "I'm… — Susan Ee Copy Share Image
“That night I lay in bed, remembering the moment when her hand touched mine. I wondered what it would be like to have her… — Alex Flinn Copy Share Image
“I slapped his chest with the back of my hand, which he then caught and pressed against his heart. The message was there in… — Rachel Higginson Copy Share Image
“I am talking to him, and he's touching me, he's holding my arm and touching me.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Starting today, whenever the two of you are together, you need to be touching.” — Heather Long Copy Share Image
“Her hand holding his for a dozen paces. His, resting on the small of her back for a moment. Touches that had no real… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“She takes my hand, kissing each finger, each knuckle and my pulse throbs inside my wrist. “Please. We already know each other, so well.… — Annie Brewer Copy Share Image
“I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.” — James Lusarde Copy Share Image
“I speed sometimes,” I muttered to myself as I rounded the car. “I even speed through yellows.” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I think you’re the first guy I’ve met in person who I couldn’t stop staring at.” Was” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” “Finish what?” “Finish telling you that I love you too.” I” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“In my script-like scrawl, I wrote: If you find my body, ask Hazzard. I leaned back and surveyed my words. Then I drew a… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Good morning.” I didn’t release my grip on his hair. “You snore by the way.” Zane’s eyes narrowed. “I do not.” “Do too.” “If… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I’m cool with going back to hate,” I said, then paused. “Did we ever leave hate?” Zane swallowed and looked away. “Not even for… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“He opened his mouth as my eyes dropped to his badge. And right there, in big, bold, black letters, it said Cerise/Cherrycakes. Ian was… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
