Emme Rollins Quotes

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all - the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn't kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

The best things in life are crazy.

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

There weren't butterflies in my stomach, there were fire breathing dragons.

Every bride is beautiful. It's like newborn babies or puppies. They can't help it.

I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I've accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?

Sometimes there's no cure for the crazy." Dale sighed, stroking my hair. "I think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that's the cure.

Instead of kissing me, he nuzzled my ear with his nose and I felt more than heard him take a long, deep breath. "God, you smell so good, Sara. You make me want to eat you all up."
Oh God.
I wanted to be eaten all up.

I looked at him like a stranger, someone I'd never seen before, and he looked at me like I'd been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.

You think he's perfect and he's safe and, in your head, he can do anything ... but he can't save you, Sara ... and I can't save you either.

He licked his lips, shaking his head again, and raised his eyes to mine. Maybe you could put something else on? Like ... I don't know ... a robe or ... a Burka ... or something ...

I want to give myself. I just want to give everything I have, everything I am.

The look on his face wasn't just a dark storm, it was the full force of a tornado or a tsunami.

We fell into each other's arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together.

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

My panties were still on but he didn't let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.

Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.