200 Quotes by Alyson Noel

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits – a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can’t help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.