reema ✿

“I’m dirty,” I refute, hot tears brimming. “You don’t want me.” His face twists in pain. “I don’t think that. Neither should you.” His lips graze my neck and then find my ear. “Lil, I want you to ask me. I need you to.” He presses his forehead to my temple, gently edging me closer to the mattress, his hands tight on my hips. I continue to struggle for breath. I know what he wants now. He wants this to be real. So do I. “Help me,” I say, breathlessly.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You

“You still make my world stop, Luce.”
― Jay McLean, More Than Forever

“Because while she's so pre-occupied reading... I'm so pre-occupied reading her.”
― Jay McLean, More Than Forever

“You love me,” I breathe.
He lets out a short laugh. “You’re such a fucking girl.”
“Say it again.”
He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. “I fucking love you, sweetheart.”
― Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower