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November 9 - Blog Posts
Sohasem fogod tudni megtalálni önmagad, ha elveszel valaki másban
“She smiles and spoons a bite into her mouth. She pulls the spoon out and licks frozen yogurt off her bottom lip.
I wasn’t expecting this today of all days. To be sitting across from this girl, watching her lick ice cream off her lips and having to swallow air just to make sure I’m still breathing.”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover
“I laugh, relieved that she’s . . . that she simply exists. And that we were lucky enough to exist in the same lifetime, in the same area of the world, in the same state. And that, after all these years, I surprisingly wouldn’t change a single thing about what ultimately brought us together.”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover
“I lift my hands to the doorframe above her head and I smile down at her. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper.
She smiles and then ducks her head. “I feel stupid.”
“I barely know you, so I’m not about to argue with you over your level of intelligence, because you could very well be as dumb as a rock. But at least you’re pretty.”
She laughs and focuses on my eyes for a beat, but then her focus falls to my mouth and God, I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so bad it hurts and now I can’t smile anymore because I’m in too much pain.
“What’s wrong?”
I grimace and grip the doorframe tighter. “I want to kiss you really, really bad and I’m doing everything in my power not to do that yet.”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover
“If she’s not careful, I might just fall in love with her.
Tonight.”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover
His eyes drop to my legs again and he begins to speak slowly, as if he’s reciting poetry. “The only sea I saw, Was the seesaw sea, With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.” His eyes drag up my body until they meet mine. “Dylan Thomas,” he says.
I release a slow breath. “Wow,” I say. “Poetry porn. Who knew?”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover
