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The wind rattles the panes, and the lights buzz softly in the hall. He sleeps soundly.How long has it been since he's had a decent night's rest? There's another uncomfortable tug on my heart.Why do I care so much about him,and why do I wish I didn't? How can one person make me so confused all of the time? What is that? Is it lust? Or something else altogether? And is it even possible for me to feel this way about him without these feelings ..
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Is he crying? I lean forward for a better look and find him staring right at me. Oh,no.Oh no oh no oh NO. He stops. "Anna?" "Um.Hi." My face is on fire. I want to rewind this reel,shut it off, destroy it. His expression runs from confusion to anger. "Were you listening to that?" "I'm sorry-" "I can't believe you were eavesdropping!" "It was an accident.I was passing by,and...you were there. And I've heard so much about your father,and I was..
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Holy crap. I just slept with St. Clair.
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I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.
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De verdad, no conozco a ninguna chica americana que se pueda resistir al acento ingles.
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You'll be reading the breakfast menu without me before you know it." Hmm, maybe I don't want to learn French"
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humor
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I like you," he says. My body is rigid. "And I don't mean as a friend."
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It's strange. Home. How I could wish for it so long, only to come back and find it gone.
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They didn't talk much, but their silence was companionable.
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Lees un monton. -Es mas seguro que embarcarse en una aventura de verdad.
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People can play dumb all they want, but they always give themselves away in actions. In the small moments, like that.
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So what happened?" "I don't know." Another glance to ensure his continued state of Not Looking, and then I rip off my clothes in one fast swoop. I am now officially stark naked in the room with the most beautiful boy I know. Funny,but this isn't how I imagined this moment. No.Not funny.One hundred percent the exact opposite of funny. "I think I maybe,possibly, vaguely remember hitting the snooze button." I jabber to cover my mortification. ..
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St. Clair tucks the tips of his fingers into his pockets and kicks the cobblestones with the toe of his boots. "Well?" he finally asks. "Thank you." I'm stunned. "It was really sweet of you to bring me here." "Ah,well." He straightens up and shrugs-that full-bodied French shrug he does so well-and reassumes his usual, assured state of being. "Have to start somewhere. Now make a wish." "Huh?" I have such a way with words. I should write epic..
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I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
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So you and St. Clair seemed pretty at breakfast." "Um." Is she threatened by me? "I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you," she continues. "Not even pretty enough to steal him from his girlfriend. They've been together " Was that a compliment? Or not? Her emphasizing is really getting on my nerves. (My ) Amanda gives a fake, bored yawn. "Interesting ." I touch it self-consciously. "Thanks. My friend bleached it." Bridge added the thic..
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Not because he was a decent block, mind you. He was an arse. But he was a shirt arse, like meself. (Napoleon)
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If I never leave those areas of my life that feel comfortable, I'll never have a chance at a greater happiness.
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Emily Zola.That's only the second woman I've seen down here. What's up with that?" But before St. Clair can answer, the grating voice says, "It's ." We turn around to find a smug guy in a Euro Disney sweatshirt. "Emile Zola is a " My face burns. I reach for St. Clair's arm to pull us away again,but St. Clair is already in his face. "Emile Zola a man," he corrects. "And an arse. Why don't you mind your own bloody business and leave her..
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Place the boldest color where I want people to look.
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El mundo guarda silencio salvo por los latidos constantes de nuestros corazones.
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Quiero besarlo por el resto de la noche, por el resto de nuestras vidas. El indicado. Su sabor es salado como la niebla del mar. Pero tambien es dulce, como... --Cerezas --dice.
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Is it weird being in Omaha?" Simini asked her. "Now that everybody's left?" "It's like walking through the mall after it closes," Mags said."
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Hey,508! Your room is right above mine. You never said." St. Clair smiles. "Maybe I didn't want you blaming me for keeping you up at night with my noisy stomping boots." "Dude.You stomp." "I know.I'm sorry." He laughs and holds the door open for me.His room is neater than I expected. I always picture the guys with disgusting bedrooms-mountains of soiled boxer shorts and sweat-stained undershirts,unmade beds with sheets that haven't been c..
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I chuck my bag into his lap,perhaps a little too hard.St. Clair and jerks forward. "Watch it." Josh bites into a pink apple and talks through a full moouth. "He has parts down there you don't have." "Ooo,parts," I say. "Intriguing. Tell me more." Josh smiles sadly. "Sorry. Privelged information.Only people with parts can know about said parts." St. Clair shakes the rest of the leaves from his hair and puts on The Hat. Rashmi makes a face ..
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I've learned that if I never leave those areas of my life that feel comfortable, I'll never have a chance at a greater happiness.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Habia pasado tantas noches oscuras tratando de olvidarme de Cricket. No parecia justo que el se hubiera olvidado de mi.
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I don't know. No one has ever so completely confounded me the way you do.
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See that guy over there?" I nod toward a man in jean shorts and a Budweiser T-shirt. "Am that obvious?" St. Clair squints at him. "Obviously what? Balding? Overweight? Tasteless?" "American." He sighs melodramtically. "Honestly, Anna. You must get over this." "I just don't want to offend anyone. I hear they offend easily." "You're not offending anyone except me right now." "What about her?" I point to a middle-aged woman in khaki shorts a..
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Anna? Anna,are you there? I've been waiting in the lobby for fifteen minutes." A scrambling noise,and St. Clair curses from the floorboards. "And I see your light's off.Brilliant. Could've mentioned you'd decided to go on without me." I explode out of bed. I overslept! I can't believe I overslept! How could this happen? St. Clair's boots clomp away,and his suitcase drags heavily behind him. I throw open my door. Even though they're dimmed t..
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Relax," he says, "You're with me. I'm practically French." "You're English." He grins. "I'm American."
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Well, you don't have to be such a bloody git about it." "I wasn't being a git. I wasn't even been a twat, or a wanker, or any of your other bleeding Briticisms-"
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She pulled the pot of apple balm from her pocket. [...] Eli snatched it from her palm and hurled it into the darkness, into the lake. 'Hey!' Gracie protested. 'Why would you do that?' He took a deep breath. His shoulders lifted, fell. 'Because I've spent nine months thinking of apples.' "Heard, Scales, Tongue, Tail" by Leigh Bardugo"
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Josh grins. "Just give me your hand." "W--what?" "Your hand," he repeats. "Give it to me." I extend my shaking right hand. And--in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true--Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart. "There," he says. "I've been waiting a long time to do that."
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My voice grows even smaller. 'Because I thought no one could love me.' 'And why did you think that?' 'Because I didn't think I was worth loving.
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Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I do think he's funny, and I want him to know that I'm glad he's my friend, and I want him to know that he has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. And I want to press my palm against his chest to feel it beat, to prove he's really there. But we cannot touch.
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romance
love
cricket-bell
lola-and-the-boy-next-door
lola-nolan
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People live through such pain only once; pain comes again, but it finds a tougher surface.
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What are we doing?" Mags asked. "I don't know...." he said eventually. "I know things have to change, but ... I can't lose you. I don't think I get another one like you."
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The distance between us feels too close, too far, too close.
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romance
ya-contemporary
ya-contemporary-romance
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It had been so long since Makani had felt any amount of genuine, unadulterated happiness that she'd forgotten that sometimes it could hurt as much as sadness. His declaration pierced through the muscle of her heart like a skillfully thrown knife. It was the kind of pain that made her feel alive.
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He turns back to me. "So did you enjoy the book?' "I did." Discomfort lingers between us. "Did you?" St. Clair considers it for a moment. "I like the author's name the best," he finally says, "Ba-nah-na."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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When it's right, it's simple," he says to my unasked question. "Unlike your hair."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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North could have kissed her. He could have done it, he could have swooped in, but he was being respectful. It made her want to devour him whole. Or be devoured whole.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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They thought puzzle were boring. But I've always thought they were satisfying, you know? Each piece having its exact place.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Is that...the theme?" Mer and St. Clair cock their ears. "Why,yes.I believe it is," St. Clair says. "I heard 'Love Shack' a few minutes ago," Mer says. "It's official," I say. "America has finally ruined France." "So can we go now?" St. Clair holds up a small bag. "I'm done." "Ooo,what'd you get?" Mer asks. She takes his bag and pulls out a delicate, shimmery scarf. "Is it for Ellie?" "Shite." Mer pauses. "You didn't get anything for Elli..
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