We have to stop meeting like this." And that was the truest thing ever spoke. I needed to stop staring at his bicep... and chest... and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so... sexy. Wow. This was awkward. "You running over me, me almost running over you?" Cam elaborated. "It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.— J. Lynn
The most competitive J. Lynn quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.
You’re nice to me because you think I’m pretty?” “And because you have brown eyes. I’m a sucker for big old brown eyes.
It was a Friday night, she was at a club, and a good-looking man was currently giving her the I-want-to-take-you-home-and-I-hope-I-last-longer-than-five-minutes look… and she was thinking about pie, a young adult book, and feeding her cat. She was so turning into the cat lady at twenty-seven. Sweet.
Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.
Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.
There was a difference between loving someone and being in love
...his gaze met hers. It was crazy. Dressed down in worn blue jeans and a black shirt, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And the moment was sort of perfect. Even with the deer head staring over his shoulder like a total creeper.
Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.
Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?
A fine shiver coursed over my skin. "Seth?" "Yeah?" "You were in my dream." One amber-colored eye opened. "Please tell me we were naked." I rolled my eyes. "You're such a perv." He sighed mournfully as he wiggled closer. "I'll take that as a no." "You'd be correct." Unable to fall back to sleep, I started chewing on my lip. So many worries surfaced at once that my brain spun.
Here's my library, where I don't do a lot of reading but mostly play Angry Birds on the computer.
The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that nothing was wrong. And look how well that was turning out.
My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.
Yeah, because when you’re attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you don’t act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.
People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students.
Are you sure?" A brow arched up. "Because I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.
When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled.
Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.
Am I going to have to carry you? If so, it would complete my badass knight-in-shining-armor act with you today.
I’m confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie.
Bridget did the only thing she could do in this situation that wouldn't end with her doing a life stint in prison. She flipped the woman off. With both hands.
I’m just not interested.” “Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.” … “Then how are you not interested.
Cookie for you. Cookie for me.
I think the key to the start of any good relationship is to remember how the other person likes their coffee.
It’s okay. I’m used to people not wanting me at their parties.” I pushed to my feet. The stars seemed to twirl a bit with the movement. “No big deal.
It’s hurting my soul
You’re a good guy, Cam.” “No, I’m not.” He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. “I’m only good with you.
There is no one else - there's never been anyone else but you. You're it Maddie.
The Hamilton family was a bunch of hugging folks
You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.” Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?” “I did. And I owned it . Gonna make me a shirt that says that.
My first celebrity crush was Jonathan Brandis.
I even got to talk to him on the phone. I wrote a fan letter, and he answered. Talk about a surreal experience.
Everything okay?" Cam asked, placing his hand on my lower back.
Concern pinched his brows. "Yes." I dropped my cell back into my bag. Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.
She tried to swallow, to take a breath, but her eyes met his, and there was nothing but aching intensity in his gaze. And she was drawn in, swept away.
Yo! Cam!” Beer Guy jumped off the porch and jogged down the sidewalk, passing me a quick look. “What you up to, man?” Saved by the frat boy. Cam’s gaze didn’t veer from me, but his grin started to slip. “Nothing, Kevin, just trying to have a conversation.
Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.
Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.
I took a drink. "I guess it's different for you.""Hmm?" "I bet you have girls hanging all over you. Dozens would probably kill to be in my spot and here I am, allergic to your bread.
Avery, I haven’t messed around with Steph since I met you.
I have messed around with anyone since I met you.
I can see that you don’t believe me.
Maybe it was the cookie? Well, you refused to taste my cookies last night and honestly, I was going to eat the other cookie, but you looked so tired and sad sitting there, I figured you needed the cookie more than I did.
I kind of missed the whole running into each other thing.
Provided a lot of excitement." "I don't miss that," I admitted, bending over and rummaging through my bag for my notebook. "That was really embarrassing." "It shouldn't have been." "Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing." Cam's mouth opened. Oh my God, did I really just say that? I had.
If u were Pinocchio, ur nose wld span the state.
I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.
My first crush was my brothers best friend.
Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.
Thank you.” His lips curved up on one side. “For what?” “For waiting for me.
He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.
His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.
You've been checking me out, haven't you? In between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy.
Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me.
I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer," he replied.
We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected.
Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.