Alex Rosa Quotes

He doesn't let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake's naked torso dripping in sweat.

I'm glad we can be friends.
There's that word again. It's like a safe word.

The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.
"Morning, roomie."
His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

Hey, come back to me.

I half hoped he would be shirtless, but then wanted to smack myself at the ridiculous secret confession.

I'm afraid if I say what I am thinking, it will be too much too soon.

I can't believe I wrote that many words in a row.

I have worked too damn hard encasing that beating life force into a steel box.

I didn't know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

A wicked curve appears on his lips. No, you're wrong. I'm allowed to say whatever I want. What I'm not allowed to do is what I want.

Every time his lips meet mine, my whole body begins a slow tingle that starts from within in my chest, and spreads like a wildfire.

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can't stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don't want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.

You better get used to touchy-feely around here, sweetie

He's so pretty it hurts.

I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. "I loved him. That's what dumb girls do."
"You aren't dumb."
I try to hold back my smile. "I'm hanging out with you, aren't I?

I mean, aren't we all tormented by past relationships?

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

Please don't trouble yourself with my scars. At least not right now, OK?