Ophelia London Quotes

This is the best it's ever been for me, Abby," Todd murmured into my hair. "The best." He kissed my ear. Slowly. "This." He kissed it again. "I hope you understand that."
"Yes," I whispered, not really understanding anything.
Todd pulled back, leveling our faces. "Do you?" he asked intently.
Then we crashed together, like two dehydrated hikers finding an oasis in each other's mouths.

He pointed past her shoulder. We're surrounded by neighbors. Though once I have you inside, the walls are thick. You'll have to scream really loud for anyone to hear.

The impulse pumping through my body was to take ahold of her again and ease her head onto my chest. Well no, my actual impulse was to tear off her purple bra with my teeth and prove she was plenty Bond girl for me. But I sensed that might be a slight overkill ...

If he couldn't think of anything on his own, he could quote lines from his favorite Prince song, tell her how his stomach trembled, that she had his butterflies all tied up.
But he just kissed her.
He might keep kissing her forever, not thinking about the consequences or meaning behind anything. She tasted so good and felt so warm, she filled his head to the brink, and when she shifted closer, his brain emptied, and he went spiraling

In the grand scheme of things, we share a mutual goal, but I'm not a distraction."
He couldn't help laughing, probably loudly enough to scare a school of hammerheads.
"What?"
"Sharona Blaire." He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the smooth ocean surface. "You've been nothing but the sexiest, most desirable distraction of my life." The admission hung in the air, suspended, and for a painful moment, he regretted being so open ... trusting.
"I guess that means we have something else in common, Jeff Cruz.

The way he looked at her made her heart beat fast. "I like you, Natalie."
She could not let that mean anything to her.
"That's natural. I'm likable.

You have no idea what I'm thinking," he said. "No idea what I'm feeling
about you." He walked to her, reached out and touched her cheek. "But we both need to find out.

He may have been helping me out of a pretty huge bind, but I wasn't about to trust him, despite the way he was watching me with that almost-smile, and the way one stray lock of dark hair
had fallen across his forehead, begging for my fingers to push it back then continue running through his hair.

Looking out the windows, she could tell they were on the first floor. "Where are we supposed to go now?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but I was running around a stage for two hours tonight, then snogging a seriously hot girl in the back of a bus for another two hours." He put a hand on her cheek that was probably bright red. "So obviously, I'm about to die of starvation.

Abby stared at me, her fingers going all grabby like she wanted to snatch the phone and save me. No girl had ever wanted to save me before. I glanced away, because her worried expression made me want to laugh, but when I wasn't looking at her, the thought of it made me want to kiss her.

I thought I was the crazy one," she continued. "I mean, who the hell falls in love in one day?"
"We the hell do.

The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.

We're not thirteen and this isn't a locker room."
"Fine, fine. Just remember, I had to watch Dr. Phil with Mom for two months after I had knee surgery. I'm practically a psychiatrist.

Miles looked so cute, squished on a couch between Will and Trevin. He was polite, too, a gentleman. A fricking sexy gentleman with the biceps of a Harvard crew rower and a smile that truly made her heart throb.

It's the 'aloha spirit'."
"And you already got leid."
...
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She kind of accidentally bumped into his chest on the way out. Well, maybe not so accidentally. She saw his muscles through his shirt
they'd just needed a closer physical inspection.

Abby was laughing and panting for breath, her eyes bright, her face beaming under the sun. She spilled across the shore at my feet, her blond hair tangled and wet, clothes stuck to her body. She was the sexiest mermaid I'd ever seen.

If your heart loses the ability to trust, you'll never love again.

Hey," Natalie said. "You're here early."
"It's almost seven. Why are you covered in chocolate? Your clothes and your ... your face. Both your faces."
Luke looked at Natalie, really looked at her. Yep, she was smeared with chocolate like it was camo paint, transferred from his mouth to hers and back again too many times to count.
"We were ... " Natalie began. "We were just
"
"Sampling," Luke cut in. If Natalie had wanted Ivy to know, she would've come straight out with it.
Ivy crossed her arms. "Sampling?"
"Yeah, I'm interested in her ... product. So she let me, uh, try some." Wow, he couldn't have sounded kinkier if he'd tried.
"But it's all over the floor on that side of the lab. Like, all over the place. It's even on the wall. How did it get on the ceiling? You must be one sloppy eater.

I don't spill my drinks on just any man, you know." She touched his cheek. "only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.

Her arms slid around my back and I heard the softest moan in my ear as she snuggled into my chest. Her mouth pressed to my neck, not kissing, just ... there. On me.
Dammity-damn-damn-damn.

And just like that, I've become a
romantic. I blame Bruno Mars.

You're head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.

I want you alone," he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights ... rocking on the waves.

I think you look ... very nice. the way he said it, with a slight pause and that sexy accent, made Sharona forget all about jet lag. Instead, she was on high flirt alert.

Hmmm, you like that," he whispered, his breath hot and intoxicating.
"I like ... everything.

One of the most elusive things about the white shark is their, uh..." His eyes moved to hers and he held them there.
"Their what?" she asked when he didn't finish, a bit rapt by his expression.
He kept his eyes locked on her.
"Their mating."
"Mating," she repeated, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the way he was looking at her...then suddenly not looking at her.
"We don't know if individual animals spawn in a certain spot every time --- kind of like a human might go to a particular pub if she wants some action. Juan an example, mind you?
She folded her arm, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Pub Uh-huh."
Jeff leaned against the railing, his expression looking smug at her embarrassment. "For all we know, sharks are just, ya know, doing it everywhere."
"Like the Kardasians?" ....
"But who know. Maybe, if we play just the right mood music, you and I will get lucky, Sharona Blaire."
Was he talking about shark reproduction... or human?
And... was he flirting? Earlier, he'd gone cold and hostile when she'd tried to apologize. The man was a ball of contradiction. A very sexy, very nice-smelling contradiction.
"Well." She swallowed, staring in his eyes. "I'm all for getting lucky.

She lifted her chin; her head weighed fifty pounds. "You tried to poison me."
Pretty sure I succeeded in that.

And you do know I'm the one who decides who I date" - she glared at Sam - "not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor's closet and have my way with him, that's none of your business."
"Drag me into a closet?" Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. "Offer to buy me dinner first, then I'm all yours.

Mel," I began, staring down, "there's something I have to tell you."
"I'm listening, babe."
"I kissed Henry when we were camping."
Well, it was a six-hour kiss, but who's counting?

No one who's been into music ever really stops being into it. It's in your soul forever. Maybe it gets buried deep under piles of shit for a while, but it's always there, waiting to make you happy again.

When he began to play again, then sing those first few words, Aimee felt a flutter in her stomach she wasn't able to squelch. She wasn't a robot, after all. And it wasn't so bizarre to get a little fluttery over a boy as talented and hot as Miles Carlisle. Millions of girls suffered the same ailment. But how many girls stood backstage, close enough that he'd accidentally felt her up in the dark? And how many of those girls had already had their heart broken by him?

His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldn't have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.

I love hugging you," Luke said. "I love how our bodies fit when we're still ... I feel like a broken record when I say I know there are a hundred reasons why we shouldn't but Nat, I really want to kiss you.

My mother read it when she was a teenager," Henry said, picking a piece of lint off his lap. "To Kill a Mockingbird. The day she accepted my father's proposal, she gave him a copy and told him that Atticus Finch is the kind of father she wants her husband to be.

Though there're minor side effects in male adults."
"What side effect?"
She cocked an eyebrow and lowered her voice. "Spontaneous prolonged erection, big guy ... in some test subjects," she added clinically. "A lot of those early tests were done on gorillas ...
"I'm not a gorilla."
She glanced down the front of his lab coat. "Not yet.

One slice of key lime pie. Two forks.' I felt Todd's hand on my arm. 'You'll thank me later.' No doubt I would.

Miles jogged off, leaving her alone in the large and quiet room. Aimee stood still, waiting for her mind and heart to go back to normal, return to how she felt a week ago before seeing Miles again.
But they didn't. Or wouldn't. She put both hands over her pounding heart, exhaled, and sank into a chair. Nut-burgers. Now what?

I asked if you'd rather me keep my shirt on."
"No. Why?"
"Should we throw a tarp over the statue of David while we're at it?

If I kissed her now, one of two things would happen. We'd either get naked right here on the beach and probably get arrested, or I'd somehow manage to get us up the hill to my house, and then we'd get naked.
But kissing her once, then letting her go. That ... wasn't possible. I couldn't kiss her then go back to my ordinary life. I wasn't Superman.
If I was, though, the girl in my arms was more lethal to me than kryptonite.

First one of you to call me Yoko," Todd warned as he stepped up, "is a dead man.

Much to her dismay, he was even better looking up close. The kind of sexy that made panties fly on stage. The kind of sexy that made her want to say, "Screw you!" to her twenty-four more man-less days.

Living in L.A., you couldn't help picking up tidbits of the surf culture, almost through osmosis ... it was in the air, like vitamin D and the odd Brad Pitt sighting.

She ran her hand over the dash.
"You're petting my car," Hunter said, turning the key. "I usually charge for that.

She kissed her teenage fantasy, the popular boy she used to dream would see something special in her and love her forever. The man kissed her back.

His eyes were closed, waiting. I tilted my head, slowly taking in every detail of his face.
And suddenly, something remarkable happened, like a switch turned on deep inside my chest. Instead of wanting to make out, to have a summer fling ... I wanted to fall in love.

Luke's eyes were on a government position in DC, while all Natalie wanted was help make the world a sweeter place.