Chezca

“We’re both drunk,”
“This isn’t right,” he said.
“I want you.”
“I need you to say it,” he said.
“I’ll say whatever you want.”
“Then say that you belong to me. Say that you’ll take me back. I won’t do this unless we’re together.”
“We’ve never really been apart, have we?”
“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
“Say it again,”he said.
“I’m yours,” I breathed. Every nerve, inside and out ached for more. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”
“Promise me,”
“I love you. I’ll love you forever.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I don’t understand you, Pigeon. I thought I knew women, but you’re so fucking confusing I don’t know which way is up.”
“I don’t understand you, either. You’re supposed to be Eastern’s ladies’ man. I’m not getting the full freshmen experience they promised in the brochure,” I teased.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You two have just reached the level of annoyingly cute,” America grinned.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“Oh my God, Abby,” he breathed. He rocked into me again, another hum emanating from his throat. “Holy shit, you feel amazing.”

“Is it different?”

He looked into my eyes. “It’s different with you, anyway, but,” he took in a deep breath and tensed again, closing his eyes for a moment, “I’m never going to be the same after this.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster