“Women Fall In Love Quicker Than Men. Easier And More Often. But When Guys Fall? We Go Down Harder.

“I watch her face in the dying light of the evening. Count her freckles like I always do. A useless habit of mine, one I can’t break. One that makes me want to pull her down now and fuck her in the sand as I lick them.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

“And yet, despite telling herself that she was luckier, she felt cursed.”

The Annihilator by RuNyx

“I gaze up at the bedroom ceiling. Sleep eludes me. I’m tormented by Ana’s fragrance, which still clings to my bedsheets. I pull her pillow over my face to breathe in her scent. It’s torture, it’s heaven, and for a moment I contemplate death by suffocation.”

Grey by E. L. James

His eyes drop to my legs again and he begins to speak slowly, as if he’s reciting poetry. “The only sea I saw, Was the seesaw sea, With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.” His eyes drag up my body until they meet mine. “Dylan Thomas,” he says.

I release a slow breath. “Wow,” I say. “Poetry porn. Who knew?”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

He grabs my face with an increased force like he wants to stamp it on my brain, whatever he's going to say, and all I can do is hold onto his wrists and watch his impatient, anguished, pained features.

"You deserve someone who gives you his heart out of his chest. Someone who can reach into his own body with his hands and pull it out for you. Pull out that thing that beats only for you."

My eyes pop wide and my own heart causes a ruckus in my chest, more than it already was causing. "I-I do?"

He breathes out angrily. He's angry at me for asking that question.

"You deserve someone who wakes up every morning and gets down on his knees to thank God that you belong to him. And then he does it all over again before he goes to sleep. You deserve someone who lives in awe of you, understand?"

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

By Chiara Bautista

“Hesitantly, she reached out her baby finger and linked it with his own. This was her way of holding his hand without others seeing.

He curved his pinky around hers, looking at her from out of the corner of his eye.”

“He held my heart, rather than my hand.”