Best 19 quotes of Alex Rosa on MyQuotes

A wicked curve appears on his lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’m allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I want.

He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping in sweat.

He’s so pretty it hurts.

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. “I loved him. That’s what dumb girls do.” “You aren’t dumb.” I try to hold back my smile. “I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?

I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

I half hoped he would be shirtless, but then wanted to smack myself at the ridiculous secret confession.

I'm afraid if I say what I am thinking, it will be too much too soon.

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

I’m glad we can be friends.” There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

Please don't trouble yourself with my scars. At least not right now, OK?

The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me. “Morning, roomie.” His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now. I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

You better get used to touchy-feely around here, sweetie