Daemon swaggered into class. Textbook-less as usual. He had a notebook, but I don’t think he ever wrote anything in it. I was beginning to suspect our math teacher was an alien because how else would Daemon get away with not doing a damn thing in class?
***
Both of my hands were on his chest. They had a mind of their own. I claimed no responsibility for them.
Daemon kissed like he was a man starving for water, taking long, breathless drafts. When his hands slid...under my shirt, it was as though he reached deep inside me, warming every cell, filling evry dark space within me. Touching him, kissing him, was like having a fever all over again. I was on fire. My body burned. The world burned. Sparks flew. Against his mouth, I moaned.
***
He had five seconds before my pointy toed shoe ended up between his legs.
***
Dog eared pages were the antichrist of book lovers everywhere.
***
...holding onto him for a few seconds like he was my own personal life jacket and I was drowning in a sea of me, then I let go.
***
I thought he was going to say something, probably perverted, but all he did was tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.
***
Trig sucked worse than normal. There was a six foot three alien behind me. Not talking to me.
***
And maybe I could get used to this new gift-giving Daemon. Much better than the other, douchebag version of him,
***
I knew what his ‘fun idea’ was. Me. Him. Making out. I smiled, and the green of his eyes heated.
***
Daemon laughed. “I’m only at the service of one person in particular."
My cheeks flamed as I scooted my chair over. “You are not servicing me in any way.”
He leaned in, closing my newly gained distance. “Not yet.”
“Oh, come on, Daemon. I’m right here.” Dee frowned. “You’re gonna make me lose my appetite."
***
I fiddled with my glass, not looking up. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Depends,” he replied smoothly
***
“Other than what I felt when I saw how good you looked in those jeans this morning?” he asked.
“Daemon,” I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in me that screamed HE NOTICED ME! “I’m being serious.
***
“Kat, look at me.”
I wasn’t looking at him? My legs gave out. And then there was nothing. No Daemon. No thoughts. No fire. No Katy.
***
Both of my hands were on his chest. They had a mind of their own. I claimed no responsibility for them.
Daemon kissed like he was a man starving for water, taking long, breathless drafts. When his hands slid...under my shirt, it was as though he reached deep inside me, warming every cell, filling evry dark space within me. Touching him, kissing him, was like having a fever all over again. I was on fire. My body burned. The world burned. Sparks flew. Against his mouth, I moaned.
***
He had five seconds before my pointy toed shoe ended up between his legs.
***
Dog eared pages were the antichrist of book lovers everywhere.
***
...holding onto him for a few seconds like he was my own personal life jacket and I was drowning in a sea of me, then I let go.
***
I thought he was going to say something, probably perverted, but all he did was tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.
***
Trig sucked worse than normal. There was a six foot three alien behind me. Not talking to me.
***
And maybe I could get used to this new gift-giving Daemon. Much better than the other, douchebag version of him,
***
I knew what his ‘fun idea’ was. Me. Him. Making out. I smiled, and the green of his eyes heated.
***
Daemon laughed. “I’m only at the service of one person in particular."
My cheeks flamed as I scooted my chair over. “You are not servicing me in any way.”
He leaned in, closing my newly gained distance. “Not yet.”
“Oh, come on, Daemon. I’m right here.” Dee frowned. “You’re gonna make me lose my appetite."
***
I fiddled with my glass, not looking up. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Depends,” he replied smoothly
***
“Other than what I felt when I saw how good you looked in those jeans this morning?” he asked.
“Daemon,” I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in me that screamed HE NOTICED ME! “I’m being serious.
***
“Kat, look at me.”
I wasn’t looking at him? My legs gave out. And then there was nothing. No Daemon. No thoughts. No fire. No Katy.
12 comments:
interesanta poza cu ei doi:x
interesante citate :)
Ah, ce citate frumoase! Imi place la nebunie aceasta pereche.
foarte frumoase citatele
si n-ai cum sa nu-i adori pe cei doi:)
Ne omorati cu seria asta :)) Frumoase si amuzante citatele :D
cei doi sunt explozivi; multumim pt citate
Super citatele :x Abia astept vol 2 :x
Cat poate sa-mi placa de astia doi:X si citatele sunt frumoase
asa-i,cei doi sunt foarte explozivi :))
Dragut ca v-ati gandit sa dati cateva citate, asta ne ajuta de cele mai multe ori la alegerea unei carti. :)
Interesant, sa scoateti mai des astfel de citate.:D
m-am indragostit....el este asa de dragut :X....foarte misto citate
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