20 Quotes by Nash Summers

He kissed me. He kissed me like a thousand promises were being exchanged through that one kiss.

So I'd lie there, lingering in that space between sleep and consciousness, and let him touch me in all the ways he wanted.

Lips to lips. Hands roaming up his flank and across his thigh. Morgan’s touch, even through the thick fabric of his clothing, was electric—exotic—so foreign, and so damn right.

There was absolutely nothing sexier than a hot bookworm.

When have I ever given him the impression that I was okay with him just stopping by whenever he wanted to use my body as an organic garbage disposal?

Books were made for healing and learning and growing and completely removing yourself from real life and plopping down into a fantasy world.

Because I'm going to try so hard to make you love me.

He was an angel. He was better than an angel—he was an archangel. He was a saint. He was going to get so much karma for this. Buddha was going to love him.

No one knows love better than me.