#tucker

Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#hair #love #tenderness #tucker #love

Born to love you, baby,” he repeated. “Die lovin’ you, my Sylvie. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#love

What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#kacey-cleary #kacey-trent #love #sweet #ten-tiny-breaths

I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#love #tucker-avery #love

So did you really mean all that stuff you said when I was a dead man?" "Every word." "Could you say it again?" he asks. "My memory's a little fuzzy." "Which part?" The part where I said I wanted to stay with you forever?" "Yeah," he murmurs, his face close to mine, his breath hot on my cheek. "When I said that I love you?" He pulls back a little, searches my eyes with his. "Yes. Say it." "I love you." He takes a deep, happy breath. "I love you," he says back. "I love you, Clara." Then his gaze drops to my lips again, and he leans in, and the rest of the world simply goes away. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#love #tucker-avery #love

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#kacey-cleary #love #sweet #ten-tiny-breaths #trent-emerson

What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#k-a-tucker #kacey-cleary #kacey-trent #love #sweet

Nice tree," he says. That boy has unexpected depth. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#tucker-avery #unexpected

If no words come, you can always give him the finger. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#tucker-reese #perfect

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara-gardner #tucker-avery #victory