Monica Alexander Quotes

I disarmed you with my smile?" I called out when he was a few feet from me, raising my eyebrows.
He turned and smirked at me. "You sure did."
"You totally snaked that from a Smashing Pumpkins song," I said, shaking my head.
"The fact that you know that is incredibly sexy."
"I told you, I'm not like most girls.

I like you too, Zack," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder, so I could look up at him. "You've sort of had me ... enamored, I guess is the right word ... since we met."
He laughed. "You were enamored with me?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I was. It's sad, but I was completely enamored with you. I blame your eyes, and your stupid guitar playing. I'm a sucker for a guy with a guitar."
"Don't forget my kissable lips," he said, as he kissed my neck, trailing his lips down to my collarbone.
I sighed, a long, deep, satisfied sigh.

Eventually, I stopped dressing like I was a Disney character, but the desire to live the life of a fairytale princess never really left me.

Have the confidence to be who you are, and allow others the courtesy of being who they are, without judgement.

Will you marry me?"
I was in shock for a full ten seconds before I realized what was happening. I threw my arms around him and kissed him as hard as I could.
"Is that a yes?" he asked, when I pulled away.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" I shrieked.
His face broke into a wide smile. "Thank God," he said then.

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Was it worth it?" he asked me, breaking the silence.
"Was what worth it?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Taking a chance with me," he said softly, kissing the top of my head. "Not thinking, going with your gut?"
"It was the best chance I've ever taken," I said, snuggling closer to him and breathing in his familiar scent.

Emily wasn't supposed to be someone I thought about months later. She was supposed to be a fun distraction, like all the other nameless and faceless girls I'd hooked up with over the years.

Everything was as it always should have been. I was in the arms of my best friend, the man I loved and the man I would spend the rest of my life with. It just didn't get any better than that.

Without you, I'm lost, fumbling and falling
Missing so much of who you were
If I could change the past, I'd take it all back
I'd turn back time, I'd take away the pain
I'd make sure I didn't leave without you

I sat up then, looking at him appraisingly, knowing that was the moment I could stop everything if I wanted to. "Maybe you should go," I whispered, as I ran my hand through his hair slowly.
"Maybe I should stay," he said, bringing his lips to mine again.

But what was I supposed to do when the course I'd set myself on for so long didn't seem like the right one anymore?

I'd do anything for someone I love, I said simply.

Besides, reality is so much better than any fairytale.

You love it, don't you? Admit it. I got you excited about football." He was gloating as he did a little victory dance.
You got me excited about something, that's for sure.
"I love it," I said, grinning back at him. I poked him in the stomach while he danced around like an idiot, feeling his taught stomach beneath my fingers.

That is why I came to school here," Connor said pointedly. "I don't think I could stand being more than a few miles away from you."
"That and the football," I said, grinning at him.
He smirked back at me before kissing me lightly on the lips. "Yeah, that too, but if I had to chose, you'd win out over football any day.

I don't know," I said, teasingly. "How do I know it's really you? I don't want to let a serial killer into the building. Tell me something only I would know, so I can be sure it's you."
I walked over to the buzzer, smiling as I poised my hand over the button to let him up as soon as he responded.
"The first time we kissed, we were in your bedroom at your mom's house and Better Than Ezra was playing on your iPod."
My smiled faded and my breath caught in my throat. It took all I had to push the button to let him into the building. I hung up the phone, as my heart started pounding in my chest. I felt bad hanging up, but he probably would have lost reception in the elevator anyway. Of all the things he could have said, he had to pick that one.

I'm just glad you took me back, he said, grinning widely. Stupid grin. It made me want to kiss him, and I shouldn't have wanted to kiss him.

That had been an all-consuming love that had swept me up in a torrent of emotion that had been unimaginable until I'd experienced it.

When you have nothing left to lose. When there's nothing left to gain. You find yourself at the edge of the world, wishing nothing would have changed," I read and instantly got a twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"All you can do is jump.

Are you checking me out?" he asked, smirking slightly. His sexy southern accent made him exponentially hotter.
I felt my face blush scarlet and instantly looked down at my lap. Then I decided that I wouldn't let that embarrass me. I was checking him out, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. The new, more confident me was pushing her way to the surface.
"I was," I said, trying to sound bold, as I took a long pull from my drink. I wasn't nearly intoxicated enough for this conversation.

. I'd known from that first time we'd talked on the steps at my dad's beach house that she was a good girl, and I'd liked that about her – so much.

You do realize fairytales are bullshit, he said.

I kissed his forehead. "You don't have to thank me. I told you, I do anything for someone I care about."
He pulled away and looked up at me. "You said you do anything for someone you love."
I didn't know how to respond to that. We were in such a precarious place. I didn't want to say anything that might scare him away or let him know how I truly felt, because at the end of the day, I loved him. It was that simple.
Instead I gave him a small smile. "I did say that, didn't I?

I knew my words were harsh, as I enunciated each syllable slowly, but I felt like I had to be clear with him. We'd crossed too many lines that day, and it needed to stop.

It's really important that you don't think," Zack murmured, his lips moving slowly, seductively. "If you truly want to be impulsive, you just have to just go with your gut.

Even though it had only been two weeks since I'd seen him last, it felt like months, and sometimes I found myself wondering if our brief time together had been real at all. Yeah, it had been real. I had a heart that was cracked in two as a souvenir of just how real it all was.

I remember you – thirty percent off boardshorts," he said, smirking slightly. I couldn't believe he remembered that. It had been weeks ago.
"They're down to fifty percent off now," I said. "If you want a deal, there are still some left."
I wanted to smack myself in the head. I could not believe I was flirting by talking about a sale at work. I was a conversational moron.

And just because I own a Harley, have a few tattoos and one piercing, doesn't mean I'm a 'bad boy'," he said, his eyes ablaze with conviction. "So if you figured you might go slumming this summer in an effort to try something new and reinvent yourself, I'm not your guy.

If you want me to get closer, there are other ways to do it," I said, leaving my statement open-ended. I gave him a pointed look, dropped my hand and turned away, leaving him staring after me. I started to walk toward the ice cream parlor, smiling to myself.
Zack caught up with me, his arms catching me around the waist as he pulled me back against his chest. His lips met the hollow of my neck, just above my collarbone.
"I'd be careful about saying things like, princess," he said, his voice rough and urgent. "I don't think you know what you're insinuating.

I pierced my nose," I said, dropping my chin just a little as my confidence faded.
"I can see that," she said blandly. "What on earth were you thinking?"
Um, I was thinking that I am an incredibly boring person, and it was about time I do something to change that.

All You Can Do Is Jump

Connor suddenly reached out and touched the side of my face with his finger, right near my eye. "You have the most beautiful eyes," he said softly, and I nearly melted.
"I'm not going to sleep with you," I said softly, feeling the need to clarify that point.
"I'm not asking you to," he said, tilting his head down slightly. Ever so gently, he pressed his lips to mine.

I'd essentially compartmentalized my life so I could be two different people for a while, but it hadn't worked in the end.

So maybe now I might be imagining what it would be like to kiss him again, but that didn't mean anything.

Then all of a sudden, his hazel eyes penetrated me in a way that succeeded in melting away my anger. My heartbeat quickened and my adrenaline pumped but in a different way than it had been a few minutes earlier. Suddenly it was like I forgot how to form words. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

I rolled my eyes at his exuberance. "I have an older brother," I said. "He got all the sports knowledge. I learned how to bake cookies.

Fairytales are bullshit, I snapped, using the same line as he'd used on me, but I meant it. After an imperfect summer with Zack, with highs and lows and everything in between, I no longer wanted the fairytale. It wasn't real.

Rachel waved her hand in dismissal. "Yeah, well, I assume that he was upset, and she was there, he fell, and she caught him – right between her thighs.

Growing up wasn't so bad, as long as you did it with the right person.