#anna

When I come back, the club is packed. There's hardly any standing room. Anna snagged a wooden bar stool, one of the few seats here. St. Clair stands close to her, facing her, and he smoothes the platinum stripe in her hair. She pulls him even closer by the top of his jeans, one finger tucked inside. It's an intimate gesture. I'm embarrassed to watch, but I can't look away. He kisses her slowly and deeply. They don't care that anyone could watch. Or maybe they've forgotten they aren't alone. When they break apart, Anna says something that makes him fall into silly, boyish laughter. For some reason, that's the moment that makes me turn away. Something about their love is painful. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#lola #love #st-clair #love

She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.” Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#feels #love #percy #the-mark-of-athena #love

He opened his eyes to reveal the storm within him. "My every instinct is telling me to have my way with you." He was dead serious and my cheeks heated. Fire shone in his eyes and I broke eye contact, burying my face into his cotton-covered chest. "But not nearly as difficult as going all this time without you," he said. ↗

— Wendy Higgins

#love #passion #sharing-thoughts #wanting #love

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#alpha-and-omega #anna #charles #couple #love

I am not staying with the murderer," she said, her words muffled by his jacket. "I am not staying with the victim Abel Tannatek or the culprit Abel Tannatek. I am staying with the storyteller. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#anna-leemann #love #love

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#anna-and-abel #anna-leemann #love #silent #love

Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time? ↗

— Rick Riordan

#jason #love #percy #piper #love

I think that to find out what love is really like, one must first make a mistake and then put it right. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love #love

You know you are in love when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world ↗

— david levesque

#love

You've already danced with him," Louisa said. Annabel nodded. "I know." "People will talk." Annabel turned and blinked, trying to set her cousin's face into focus. "People are already talking," she said. Louisa opened her mouth as if she planned to say more, but then she just smiled. "Annabel Winslow," she said softly, "I do believe you are falling in love." That snapped Annabel right out of her daze. "I'm not." "Oh, you are." "I hardly know him." "Apparently you know enough. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love