443 Quotes About New-adult-romance

It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.

She's my sun and I'm her moon connected by an invisible thread, bound but free.

We hurt and bleed just like you,” Freddy said. She couldn’t help the smirk that spilled across her lips, “Good to know.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

What are you doing?” I asked. “Are we getting all Fifty Shades up in here?” He shushed me. “Nothing that dangerous. You won’t need a safe word.

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.