Rachel Harris Quotes

Boys are gonna come, and boys are gonna go. Unfortunately, some friends may even do the same. But dessert, ya'll will never let you down.

Do you love her?"
"Yeah."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Because relationships end."
"What?"
"If I don't tell Aly how I feel, we'll stay friends. I can handle that. Friendship is real. It lasts, and it's safe."
"Loving someone, being loved ... it's worth the pain of losing them.

"Yeah."
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Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn't need to turn around to know he was standing behind her. Most likely with a smirk at catching her impromptu belly dance.

Wishing that I could stay right here in this moment of not doing, but simply being, forever.

I touched my forehead against hers. "And I'm yours." Her hands left my shoulders and skimmed hesitantly over my back. "I mean it, Sunshine. You deserve better, but if you still want me even after knowing what a disaster I am, then I'm all in. I'm too selfish to walk away." I leaned back. "But don't say I didn't warn you.

Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green.
A SILVER LINING, she thought.

It's not every day I learn I'm someone's destiny.

His lips press into mine in a kiss meant to make the world fade away.
And it delivers.

Baby girl, you destroy me," he whispered against her lips. "You have to tell me if you don't want this because I'm holding on by a thread."
"Then let go," she whispered in reply.

Cat's heated gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Another piece of my heart is hers.

Great. So basically you're saying your entire family is trained to kick my ass if I step out of line."
Sherry tapped his chest with a smirk she didn't quite feel. "AND don't you forget it."
"Well, except for me," Colby replied. "I leave the fighting to my man. I'd just slip something in your food.

If this was her idea of flirting, she must have a lot of older brothers.

Powers that be, powers of three, let Caterina's destiny be all that I see.

Charles Tucker had starred in Ella's dreams ever since she was fourteen.

But it is my believed that one gets back what he puts out. The only way to truly earn regard is to conduct oneself with the utmost honor and respect.

If you want to recreate yourself in a new image, you must embrace your inner vixen.

He tugs me closer, and my ankles lock behind him. Is it PG-13 time?

Dude, what're you waiting for?" Carlos calls. "Plant one on her."
I lift my eyes and am shocked to see Brandon is staring at my mouth. He swallows audibly and flicks his gaze to mine. the emotions darkening the soft green color are too confusing to name.
Does he want to back out?
An exhale of breath leaves Brandon's lips, almost like a laugh, and he scoots closer to me on the blanket. I twist my legs under myself, sitting tall as I face him. He cups my chin and tilts it toward him, drowning me in the now dark-green depths of his eyes, the cologne I gave him for his birthday filling my head. It's woodsy and yummy and I always loved how it smelled on the store testers, but on Brandon, it's even sexier. My eyes flutter closed, and I inhale again, this time slowly. Goose bumps prickle my arms, and my head gets fuzzy.
Brandon slides his hand down the column of my neck and brings the other up, threading his fingers through the hair at my nape. His breath fans across my cheek, and everything south of my bellybutton squeezes tight.
When his mouth first meets mine, it's hesitant, questioning. But as I move my lips with his, he quickly grows bolder, coaxing them apart.
Desire, pure and raw, electrifies my veins as his tongue sweeps my mouth. A whimpering sound springs from my chest, and instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer. Needing more. My teeth graze his full bottom lip, and I pull it, sucking on it gently.
He moans and

Hi, I'm Justin." Then, unable to help myself, I shot Peyton a sly grin and added," Or, as someone people like to call me, "Baseball Stud.

Aly smiles nervously. "So where you taking me?"
By the grace of God, I choke down the response I'd like to give - back to my room - and force a nice, lighthearted smile as I back out of her long driveway.
"All will be revealed in time.

My opinion? I'm discombobulated. Before dinner = fully combobulated. Now = completely and totally without combobs.

Geez, where's the fire? Something happen at school? Another failed run-in with Baseball Stud?"
Peyton choked and sputtered beside me, but Faith continued despite her distress. "I already told you what you have to do. Find out whichever locker is his, stake it out, and when that Diamond Doll floozie leaves his side, offer to be his bat girl instead."
She giggled as she said it, wiggling her eyebrows for innuendo, and Peyton's face blazed five shades of red. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face if someone paid me to.
As Peyton's mouth opened and closed like a fish, I leaned close to her ear, inhaling the intoxicating scent of sunflowers, and murmured, "I'd love it if you did that.

Elvis is sweet, but I prefer sleeping with you.

You have no idea how much I want you.

Little Bit.
The loathsome nickname proved just how hopeless her situation had been, how pathetic, but neither the name nor the glaring age difference had deterred her heart, because with one playful wink and one slow smile, young Arabella had been a goner.
Sadly, twenty-two-year-old Ella wasn't that much better.

Carlos's smile spreads over his entire face. He reaches out, cups her chin, and presses a light kiss on her lips. Gabi's shocked eyes flutter closed, and when she opens them with a dazed look on her face, Carlos answers, "I'd love to.

I am not without fear, but courage is taking action despite the fear. Knowing what you want, what you are meant to do, and proceeding despite any knots in your stomach or rocks stuck in your throat. It is walking boldly into the unknown with your chin held high ... even if it quivers.

We're all that matters. Our lips touch with each word he speaks, his stare so intense that I know he can see straight through to my soul.

We need to be willing to chance failure in order to succeed.

All I need is you.

I'll let you in on a little classified intel. See these people? Hardly know any of them. I mean, they go to my school, so technically I do, but we never hang out or anything. But the secret to LA is, if you throw a party - especially one of Jenna's parties - all you need to do is put out the word. If you build it, they will come, I say pointing to the crowded room.

I'm supposed to learn something. A lesson, like in some teenybopper show. I stare at the door and wait for Miley Cyrus to come barreling in, singing tunelessly about our pasts being the key to our futures.

Frustration widened her eyes, sparking them with fire. "I don't want to be with you so I can write our names together on a bathroom stall, Justin! I don't care about popularity or rubbing it in girls' faces. I want to be with you because you make me laugh. Because you're confident and smart and you actually see me." When she heaved a sigh, warm breath fanned across my lips. "Because when I'm with you, I remember how it feels to be alive.

A toast," she declared. "To an incredible summer kicking butt and chasing dreams.

Tyler, I'd marry you again in a heartbeat. You are my fairy tale.

A musical laugh sprang free, her happy smile trailing behind, and I was in heaven. "Until you," she agreed. She squinted one eye and added, "Though you should know, I'm probably gonna be really, really bad at it."
The expression on her face said she honestly believed it, and I couldn't wait to prove her wrong. I leaned close to her ear and whispered across her skin, "That's impossible."
Peyton's breath caught in a gasp, and I angled back to see her face.
That's when the moment changed.
Sounds of the emptying baseball field fell away. The cool air around us kindled. The soft smile on her face faded as she looked into my eyes, shifting her gaze between them to see what I'd do next. Part of me wondered the same thing.
I'd kissed dozens of girls before. Some I wanted, others purely because I was bored. But I'd never felt anything like this. Anticipation. Want. Fear. Unlike any other kiss I'd ever shared, this one needed to be epic. Girls remembered their first kiss for the rest of their lives, and I had to leave Peyton with something good to cling to later… when I inevitably screwed everything up.
Gauging her reaction, I slowly lowered my head and watched her soft lips part. Adrenaline surged through my veins at the swipe of her tongue. She nodded once, silently giving me permission, then closed her eyes.
Inhaling the scent of sunflowers, I kissed her.

Bass players have bigger instruments." Charlie's slow grin curled her toes and he added, "We also do it deeper.

With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling ... and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note.
BRING ON THE ROADIE!

Laissez les bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)

Listen, Jutsin. I released a breath and straightened to my imposing

I love you, music man. You are my happily ever after.

I hear doghouses are total aphrodisiacs."
I laughed aloud, even as a small shiver ran down my spine. Thus was the power of Justin Carter. I looked into his eyes and said, "With you there, hell yeah they are.

My flight arrives at eight in the morning," he mentioned casually. "Any chance you can come and get me?"
...
"Pick you up from the airport? That seems hardcore, Ty. Normally, I'm married to a guy for at least a couple weeks before I take that big a step.

I'm thinking the only way to show I've really changed is for that guy to be Justin."
My foot hits the brake, and I swerve to avoid hitting the curb. Waving a hand at the pissed-off driver behind me, I shake my head and clutch the wheel with both fists. "Aly, you can do a hell of a lot better than Justin."
Her voice pitches in confusion. "But I thought Justin was your friend."
"He is." I take a breath and change lanes. "Which is how I know you can do a lot better.

Lorenzo gently places his hands on either side of my face, lowering his head to stare directly into my eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, "Patience D'Angeli-Cat-you are my dream now.

Is it PG-13 time?

My happy place, huh? Well, yeah, I guess that's what music is for me.

corn maque choux. He

You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.

She's not close enough. She'll never be close enough ...

Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them.

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