I Staggered Backward, Feeling Like I’d Just Been Punched In The Gut. A Combination Of Anger, Jealousy,

“It was always you, Gabriel.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, as if his soul was begging to be joined to hers.“It was always you, Julianne. Only you.”

“Her tears. That burned my skin when they fell on me.”

A Gorgeous Villain by Saffron A. Kent

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

Our chests heaved as we collapsed under the polar moon after our run, the cabin only feet away, the books we’d stolen at my side. For a while, we stared up at the stars inside the deep Norse Woods, the place where all the wild things were. I turned my head to Fallon, watching her chest rise and fall, her stomach dip, her lashes flutter, her mouth part.

“Do you think they know we’re looking at them?” she asked, keeping her gaze in the sky. “You know, the stars?”

My gaze flicked up at the same sky, then back down to her. Her mind held a universe of questions, most of which she already had the answers to.

“I think the stars are probably asking themselves the same question,” I told her, tapping my fingers along her wrist, feeling her pulse kick.

“What do you mean?”

“You believe you’re gazing at the stars, when, in all reality, the entire galaxy is gazing at you.” I squeezed her hand, unsure of why I couldn’t just say I loved her. Why I couldn’t tell her something so real and true. I’d never been good at anything, but I’d always been good with her in my own, strange way.

Hollow Heathens by Nicole Fiorina

There’s something between us - a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

by Nikolay Zharov

“Turning around to look at him, I put a hand on his cheek. “Are you happy, Alex?”

“I’m an artist. My job is not to be happy. My job is to feel, to suffer, and to conjure the same feelings in others.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

“I read romance because it's fun to fall in love. And with romance books, I get to do it over and over. I get to be different types of lovers, I get to feel the heartbreak of love and the successes. Love is the most powerful and real emotion we feel, and I think it's sort of magical that we can experience some of the greatest loves of all time through books.”

A Love Letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner