Love Notes (2)

Love Notes is a new meme here on the blog that features sweet, cute, and sexy quotes from YA books.

"You like being chased by armed troops?" He moved his hands over his tanned skin, wiping the rainwater from his arms, his shoulders, and his chest. "Is that your idea of fun?" "Just forget it." Caleb popped open a can of brown mush. "Or ..." he began, licking the lid clean. "Were you smiling at me?"

 

“Mmm.” He moaned, having not even touched me yet. “What?” I asked, muffled by the poofy pillow. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that you’ve got quite a nice little—“ I flipped to my side, glaring hard. He put up his hands. “Sorry! A guy can’t help but notice. Truly—best behavior—starting now.”

He pulled his lips just far enough away to speak. “What time will Patti be calling?” I managed a glimpse at the clock, feeling his mouth on my collarbone. “Not for an hour,” I whispered. “That simply is not going to be enough time.”

When I looked again my eyes landed on his bare behind. Dear God! I screamed and buried my face in my pillow. “What?!” I heard him ask. “Did you see a roach?” “Why are you naked?!” I did not dare lift my red face. “Huh. Is that all?” he asked. “I always sleep in the buff. I don’t know how you can stand all that clothing.”

“So why won’t you tell me your name?” He leans forward and I freeze. I thaw. I melt. “Juliette, “ I whisper. “My name is Juliette.” His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In 17 years no one has said my name like that.

Love Notes (1)

Love Notes is a new meme here on the blog that features sweet, cute, and sexy quotes from YA books.

"He caught my arm before I could get down. His hand rested warmly against my skin, not passing through or sinking in. He pulled me toward him, his pale blue eyes bright with emotion, and I let him. His mouth, so warm and soft, brushed over mine, once, twice...and lingered. I snuggled closer to his heat, bracing my free hand against the pillow. He let go of my wrist to thread his fingers through my hair and tilt my head. Suddenly, I was being kissed, really kissed, and I leaned into him, tasting him as he tasted me."

"Brendan kept playing with my hair, and finally said, "I'd like to know what you're doing tomorrow," "Oh, I'm busy," I said flippantly, trying to calm my own nerves with stupid jokes. Brendan just gave me a squeeze around my waist and raised on dark eyebrow. "I mean, I'm busy...with you," I said softly, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. "See, Emma," Brendan whispered, "I told you I could be a good boy." He ran his hand through my hair, drawing me in more tightly as he lowered his face."

"You wanna dance?" he asked flatly. "Are you asking me to dance with you?" "Yeah." Finn shrugged. "Yeah?"I shrugged sarcastically. "You really know how to sweet-talk a girl." His mouth crept up in a hint of a smile, and that officially won me over. I hated myself for it."



"Caleb was kind enough to distract me with his fingers. I sat in the backseat with my legs on his lap. He massaged my calves, enthralled by the texture and earthly material from which they were made. "You've got the softest skin, " He said with visible awe. "That's gonna be a serious problem." "It already is, " I replied, in light of the shiver that attacked my remaining limbs."