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Elliot and I were more 'adult' about it all. We'd kiss hello and goodbye and we'd kiss as part of foreplay, but we wouldn't kiss just for the sake of it. not when we got together properly. I would love to snog Jack Britcham. I would love to inhale the smell of him, feast in the scent of him, become intoxicated by him. And of course there is nothing wrong with looking at him. I would love to run my fingers over the lines of his body, touch him and see if I could absorb him through the pads of my fingers, have him enter my bloodstream and race through my veins. I would love to taste him. See if he tastes as good as he looks. I don't know why he's got so far under my skin, but he has. And that's not a bad thing, I didn't think. It gives me something to look forward to, I suppose. Loved-up saddo

Ese chico roto en la playa parecía como hace una vida. Los años habían pasado, colegio y la NFL, matrimonio y un bebé, pero de vez en cuando, cuando Jude miraba hacia mí y me daba esa lenta mirada, con esa sonrisa conocida en él, yo era esa chica en bikini negro de nuevo, anhelando por un chico que nunca pensé que podría ser mío.

Even without a kiss, this moment is perfect, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Every single time you looked at me, through the corner of your eye and smiled. My heart pushed the ribs with all the force towards my lungs, until it got crushed and I could not breathe anymore.

Every time I thought to, I wrote about you.

Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

Even I can appreciate a cute guy. How can a girl not? It's not the looking part that counts anyway. It's the touching. My theory is you can look at all the eye candy you want and still appreciate what you have at home

Good thing we weren't here when this happened," Fred added. "We'd be pancakes - DEAD ones!

Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.

Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration.

He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear.

He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire, not to disturb the air around him. Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home, and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his like a crash test car. I wanted to be wanted, and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

He likes girls on bikes, I like boys with guitars.

He wants to know everything about her. How she spends her time when not performing. How she interacts with her audiences. How she takes her tea.

I could survive for months, years, on a crush.

I especially love the way he moves, like a young god who takes his time walking because he wants mere mortals like me to bask in his perfection.

If a boy can manage to have coffee with me during the apocalypse, I know he cares. There’s not a speck of doubt in my mind. He must care.

If those moments still makes you smile, If that voice still echoes in your mind, If that walk is still fresh in your thoughts, If that feeling of holding hands for the first time still gives you shivers, If that madness is still on.. Trust me, it's more than just a crush... It's love!

Get up,” she said. “Get up, my lord. If you do not have long, there is still much to do. You must not waste another day, another morning! Take hold of your life with both hands and crush it to you, my lord. You will not have another in this world.

He wasn't like those handsome men you see on the fashion billboards. He was handsome in a rugged way like a wood cutter with an unkempt beard or a man who just finished fixing the engine of his car, wiping his oily hands over his white flannel shirt. Like a man who knows that he has starry eyes that can bring stars closer but doesn't even bother to look.

His body was perfect. His parents were loaded. His grades were terrible. He was a high school girl’s dream come true.

How do I like to spend my day off? I like to hit up the juice bar, the bookstore, tan, and then flirt with the pharmacy tech at Walmart.

Hui esa noche porque tenía miedo, y el hecho de que me escape cuando más me necesitabas me aterrorizo aun más y eso es en lo que he estado pensando sin parar, todo el día, cada día desde el sábado en la noche y, ¿quierés saber lo que ocurrió? —me pregunto apoyando su frente contra la mía. Con está distancia sus ojos eran todo mi campo de visión. —¿Qué? —dije, casi besándolo porque nuestros labios estaban muy cerca. —Qué no importa por lo que huya —dijo, mirándome sin pestañear—, porque regresare, siempre regresare. No importa cuántas peleas escándalozas tengamos y no importa cuántos errores de comunicación tengamos, siempre regresare, porque te pertenezco.

Hurry up, before there's no more night left.

I actually felt awed by the remote possibilities of the person you liked ever liking you back a corresponding amount.

I can compete with a lot of things, but a whole lifetime’s worth of crush isn’t one of them.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I couldn't bear the thought of Alex looking at me like I was a freak. It was bad enough that the looked at me as Jack's sister.

I don't get why we call it a crush when it feels more like a curse.

I don't feel that way anymore," Nico muttered. "I mean... I gave up on Percy. I was young and impressionable, and I-I don't...

I don’t have a crush on her! Yet!” “Say no more, Dylan-whatever your middle name is-Blair!” “David.” “Whatever. By the power and duty of big brother, I command you to not have a crush on my sister, until I know you better enough!” “That’s actually quite fair.” “But I don’t have a crush on her!

If he were to look up at her now, he’d know exactly how stupid she was. She couldfeel her face go soft and gummy. If Park were to look up at her now, he’d know everything.

I focus on my favorite daydream, the one where I return from London at the end of the summer and am all glamorous and drop-dead gorgeous and every girl in my school is completely jealous when Quinn McKeyan asks me to Fall Homecoming because he can’t resist my charm. Hey, it’s my daydream. I can dream what I want to. The thing is, Quinn’s face keeps getting replaced in my head by Dante’s. Since I’ve had a mad crush on Quinn from the time we started kindergarten all the way through our junior year last year, that’s saying something. Every daydream I’ve had for eleven years has been of him. I’m a very loyal daydreamer. And I suddenly feel like I’m cheating on my imaginary boyfriend, a boy who happens to be real, but who has been dating my best friend Becca for the past two years. And no. Becca has no idea that I’m secretly in love with her boyfriend. It’s the one secret that I’ve kept from her.

If you blame gravity for falling in love, even God has the right to laugh at you.

If you get a crush on a girl on Facebook you should quickly get over it by adding him on Whatsapp.

I grab my bag and open the door, trying to ignore him. But ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tutu. A really hot elephant-in a very manly tutu.

I guess crushes that have lasted for years don’t go away that easily.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

I have a crush on you” lies somewhere between “I like you” and “I love you”. A beautiful possibility of turning, either way, depending upon the reaction it evokes. Value it.

I HAVE TO MEET HIM. I don’t think I can keep this up. I don’t care if it ruins everything. I’m this close to making out with my laptop screen.

I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine.

I jumped at the sound of my last name. I get started frequently, because I spent most of my time in my own head. With Jake. Reality was not nearly as much fun.

I know you don't love me that way. Don't you think I know that by now? But you don't know how I feel about you. No one does." "Tell me, then." "Day, you mean more to me than some crush. When the entire world turned its back on me and left me to die, you took me in. You were the person that cared about what might happen to me. You were everything. Everything. You became my entire family - you were my parents and my siblings and my caretaker, my only friend and companion, you were both my protector and someone who needed protecting. You see? I didn't love you in the way you might've thought I did, although I can't deny that was part of it. But the way I feel goes beyond that.

I laugh, but I'm still thinking about ten-year-old Margo having a crush on ten-year-old me.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

I'm crushing hard here, Smart-Pants.

I’m just saying that there are plenty of girls who would. So it means more if he likes you enough that he kissed you.” That actually makes a weird kind of sense, which suggests I’ve been spending too much time out in the sun with Rachel today.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

Infatuation -You easily back off. Love -You silently care, no matter what..!!

I had no technique for dealing with him: only an overpowering, unnerving, irrational, chemical desire to be with him.

I squint my eyes and glare at him. “I don’t have a crush on Quinn anymore.” He raises a golden eyebrow. “No?” I shake my head. “No.” “Why is that?” I stare at him long and hard, trying to decide what to say. Should I be downright, painfully honest? I’ve always found that the best way to be, so I nod. “Two words.” He waits. “Dante. Giliberti.” I hear him suck in his breath and I smile. Sometimes, honesty is refreshing and so very worth it. “Me?” He sounds so surprised, as though he doesn’t know that he is practically a living breathing Adonis. I nod. “You.” He studies me again and I fight the need to fidget as I wait for his reaction. After a minute of nerve-wracking silence, he finally answers. “So, will you keep the bracelet?” I nod. “Can I kiss you again?” I nod. So he does.

I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.