Victoria♡

“Look at the view,’ I say against his mouth when we pull back for a breath. His thumb grazes over the plane of my cheek. ‘I am.”
― Jessica Joyce, You, with a View

“A love like ours—? Are you joking?” I give her the magic smile. “We’re what the poems are about”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks: Into the Dark

“What’s that game called?’ he murmurs. ‘From last night?’
‘Tell Me a Secret,’ I manage, my heart in my throat.
His jaw ticks. ‘So, tell me one.’
I don’t want to admit it, but it’s the elephant in the room. His thumbs are inches from the spot throbbing worse than my knee.
‘I wouldn’t stop you if you kissed me right now.’ I say it quietly in case he changes his mind, but his eyes darken, pupils dilating. He doesn’t move, though his mouth parts like he can already taste it. ‘Now you.’
His breath dances over my lips. ‘If I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t stop.”
― Jessica Joyce, You, with a View

“I love that you read romance novels to feel something. I love that you love flowers and plants because nurturing and allowing something to grow is second nature to you. I love that you experience every emotion so hard it takes over your entire body. But baby, I want to be the one to make you feel how your favorite books do.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move