40 Quotes by Kirsty Moseley

His eyes were heated, his jaw set as he stepped even closer to me, his grip on my wrist steely as his other hand came up to cup the side of my face, his fingertips threading into my hair. I didn’t have any time to react before his mouth covered mine.

Of coarse, no one wanted anyone to die, but there would always be relief that it was someone else and notthe one you loved.

Behind the tough, scary act, his eyes were begging me to stay and love him unconditionally.

You know there is a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn’t realise.

Losing the only thing you care about can change a person irrevocably.

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was racing, but not from the usual fear I had. It was because I wanted to kiss him.

I decided to go for the honest answer. “My guess is I’m going to bed with a mental image of you, some lube and a box of tissues.

In the moonlight, he looked devastatingly beautiful.

I’ve given you the power to kill me and you don’t even know it.