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1 " Your heart can't be in two places at once, at least not while maintaining a relationship. "
― Jordan Deen
2 " You know this isn't right. You know you aren't supposed to be with him. If you do this with him...if you continue to fall in love with him...I will die. "
3 " His lazy grin incinerated the rest of my heart. "
4 " The minute you see him, your hand will throb, your heart will pound out of your chest, and you won't be able to breathe. "
5 " The feelings for each of them competing for space in my heart and justification in my mind. "
6 " Why can't you understand that I love you so much, that not being able to touch you hurts? I can't stand the fact that I can't get into your thoughts. Haventon is gone to you, but it's also gone to me. I miss it so much. It feels like my heart's been ripped out from my chest. "
― Jordan Deen , Half Moon
7 " I pressed my lips to his and felt the addictive draw that everyone told me about. It was so much more enticing than anyone could have ever described. "
8 " His smile and beautiful green eyes drew me in and made my knees weak..."You know, my heart almost stopped when you kissed me. "
9 " You are meant for me, and I for you," Brandon whispered in my ear, and pressed his lips to my neck, sending more dreams of our future through me. "
10 " But, it was all true. I love you, more than my own life. More than anyone can humanly love anyone else. Every inch of you...I breathe you, everyday. I live only to be with you." Hearing him confessing his devotion, made every part of my body tingle. "
11 " You make this sound like a chore for you, like a job. This...," he pressed his fingers to my heart, "it's about love for me--undying, unwavering, unrelenting love. A love that won't let me move on, it won't let me get over you. I don't want to focus on the sickness that could replace you in my heart. I don't want to think of what will happen if I stop fighting for you, for us. But, sometimes I feel like I'm alone in this fight. "
12 " Have you always had this?” He pointed to a purple bruise that showed up the day I met him. “No. It just appeared.” I answered confused. He turned his palm upward to show me a similar mark on his palm. “We were meant to be.” He whispered and placed his palm over mine. Our marks were exactly in the same place; the place where his palm and my palm touched the first day we met. I barely whispered, “Brandon, I don’t understand.” The dizzy, lightheaded feeling was back. Brandon obviously didn’t understand the concept of personal space either as he pulled himself even closer to me. “I know. I’m sorry. We don’t have much time. You’re in danger.” “What do …” I started to lean back, but Brandon’s hands clasped to either side of my face and he pressed his smooth lips to mine. "
― Jordan Deen , The Crescent
