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1 " Why do you do that?” Torrin’s voice echoes in the empty hall. His hand is holding my arm gently, not at all like Derek does. I can’t have this. I can’t. I shouldn’t have ever come here with him. I draw in a shaky breath and pull my arm away. “Do what?” “Walk away every time I ask you something personal?” I stare hard at him. “Why do you do that? He blinks. “Huh?” “Ask so many questions.” His mouth drops open and closes and five long seconds pass before he says, “It’s what people do, Quinn. When they’re getting to know each other.” I shake my head and spin toward the door. “You don’t want to get to know me. "
― Brooklyn Skye , Stripped (Stripped, #1)
2 " If he kissed her once, just once, he'd walk away and never think about it again. "
― Brooklyn Skye , Just One Reason(What Happens In Vegas, #5)
3 " Still, that didn’t stop the flare of heat from returning to Melody's chest. “You called my boss a b word.”Declan zeroed his gaze on hers. “No, I said she was being one, and she was. To you. And I didn’t like it. "
4 " Why do movies make this look so simple?” He leaned back and looked her straight in the eye, the smile winning. “One-handed bra removal is not easy. I call false reality.”“Teen boys all over the world are going to hate themselves for not being able to do it.”“Grown men, too.”“Don’t forget Irish men.” Melody readjusted herself and sat up straighter. “Declan?” she whispered, tipping her face toward his. Then she ran her tongue over his mouth and pinned his other hand against his side. “I don’t want you to hate yourself. Don’t give up. You’ve got this. "
5 " What’s important,” I say, taking his face in mine hands, looking him in the eye, “is that all this hesitation of yours is giving me a complex. And I feel annoying, insecure thoughts threatening to infiltrate the certainty of you liking me. "
6 " Maybe I should know the rules,” he says softly. “Pfft. I’m not a game.” I reach out to poke his shoulder, and unexpectedly he catches my finger. “Sometimes, I’m not so sure. "
7 " —Ells.. —susurra después de un momento. Su aliento se arrastra sobre mí, un manto de calma. Empuja el cabello fuera de mi cara y me mira, realmente me mira—.Eres mi otra mitad. "
― Brooklyn Skye , Fragile Line
8 " Keep it, Quinn.' I nod, resting head against his shoulder. 'Just think... if we wouldn't have fallen in the water I May not be here right now.''You fell.' His soft voice ends on a chuckle. 'I jumped in after you. "
