520 Quotes About Hot

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.

Romance this moment, this hour, this day. String moments together like pearls on a rope.

He’s so pretty it hurts.

The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.“Morning, roomie.” His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

I half hoped he would be shirtless, but then wanted to smack myself at the ridiculous secret confession.

He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping in sweat.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.