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“I lean in and kiss his cheek. “I might keep you. You’re good for my ego.”
Source: Fake Out
“I lean in and place my lips against his again. This time I don't stop with a quick whisper touch. I slide my tongue across his lips until he opens for me. His hands go to my waist to pull me closer as our tongues meet. We kiss slowly, neither of us in a hurry to take it further. My dick is hard enough to pound nails, but this moment isn't about that. It's about finally, finally being with the man who's had me tied up in knots for the past year.”
Source: Dylan the Bad Boy Reindeer & His Virtuous Mate
“I lean in to give him a hug, and it feels like coming home and saying goodbye and four thousand days of longing.”
Source: Every Summer After
“I lean into the throat of summer.”
“I lean my head back and stare at the stark white ceiling. “My friend Zoe used to say I had obsessive compulsive disorder when it came to Kalvin Kennedy, and I argued nonstop with her about it, but she was right. I see that now. There was nothing healthy or normal about the way I crushed on him. I had no interest in slapping 1D on my walls when the hottest boy on the planet lived in the house next door.”
Source: Loving Kalvin
“I lean on a lot of drivers. I have a dirt racing background so I gravitate towards asking for advice from drivers who also dirt race, people like Clint Bowyer since dirt racers seem to have a similar driving style and like the car set up similarly.”
“I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.”
Source: The Hunger Games
“I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.”
“I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.”
Source: A concordance to The collected poems of Sylvia Plath
“I lean toward a flat tax. But I want to make it real flat, like ZERO.”
“I lean toward him, expecting him to unconsciously move away. To be repulsed. But he only watches me curiously.
As I draw closer, his eyes widen a little.
'Wren,' he whispers. I am not sure if it's a warning or not. I hate that I don't know.
At every moment, I expect him to flinch or pull back as I put one hand on his shoulder, then go up on my toes, and kiss him.
This is ridiculous. Kissing him is profane. It gives me all the horrible satisfaction of smashing a crystal goblet.
It's quick. Just the quick press of my dry mouth against his lips. A brief senses of softness, the warmth of breath, and then I pull away, my heart thrumming with fear, with the expectation that he will be disgusted.
With the certainty that I have well and truly punished him for trying to flirt with me.
The angry, feral part of me feels so close to the surface that I can almost scent its blood-clotted fur. I want to lick the scratches I made.
He doesn't look alarmed, though. He's studying my face, as though he's trying to work something out.
After a moment, his eyes close, pale lashes against his cheek, and he dips foward to press his mouth to mine again. He goes slower, one of his hands cupping my head. A shivery feeling courses down my spine, a flush coming up on my skin.
When he draws back, he is not wearing his usual complicated smile. Instead, he looks as though someone just slapped him. I wonder if a kiss from me is like being clawed on the cheek.
Did he force himself to go through with it? For the sake of keeping me on this quest? For the sake of his father and his plans?
I thought to punish him, but all I have succeeded in doing is punishing myself.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“I lean with the hill. I know I'm doing it right if it feels like I'm going to fall on my face but I don't.”
“I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the devil.”
Source: Forever
“I leaned against my door, struggling to catch my breath, and thought that maybe hell wasn't a place at all, but a thing. A contagious thing. A thing that could creep up the steps, seep through the crack under my door, grow horns and sprout fire - smelling faintly like sulfur. A thing that could sink its tendrils inside and take root, coloring everything gray and distorting a smile into a sneer. And while i got dressed for the play, swatted at my back and kept running my hands over my stomach because I could feel it, I swear, I could feel it reaching for me, trying to grab hold.”
Source: Fracture
“I leaned back across the table and shut my eyes and thought that at some point in the future, long after humanity had run its course, after some other creature had replaced us, maybe, or maybe even after the next creatures had been replaced by whatever came after them, at some point in a future I could not fully imagine, a question might occur in some mind, and that question might be What was the human? What was the world of the human? - though it would be in some unforeseen language, perhaps a language that was without sound, perhaps a language that did not have to grow from a damp, contaminated mouth - and if this question ever did arise in that future being's mind, would it even be possible to catalog and make sense of all our griefs, our pains and wars? Our delineations? Our need for order? The question arose then - did all this human trouble begin in our bodies, these failing things, weaker or stronger, lighter or darker, taller or shorter? Why did they cause so much trouble for us? Why did we use them against one another? Why did we think the content of a body meant anything?”
Source: Pew
“I leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.”
Source: Dark Secrets 1: Legacy of Lies and Don't Tell
“I leaned back against him, my hair splayed out across his hard chest, my head resting on his shoulder, my throat exposed.
"You feel so good," he said, his breath hot on my neck.
It was pornographic, the scene we made. Me with my knees up close to my chest, my legs spread, his fingers still working on me. Somehow the fact that he was still wearing his jeans, that I could only see the outline of his knuckles through the thin cotton of my underwear, only made it feel more so. But it was a vulnerable position, too, the way I was so open to him, the rasp of his voice in my ear. When I came it was so sudden it surprised me, my body clenching around his hand even as I grabbed his wrist, holding him there until the last of the aftershocks rippled through my body.
Finally, his hand skated back up over me, leaving a streak of wetness on my nipple from where he'd been inside me. I watched Sam's profile from under my lashes. The way his mouth parted as he rubbed that wet nipple with his thumb, the way he bit down on his lower lip.”
Source: Love in the Time of Serial Killers
“I leaned back and glimpsed the stars, the same stories again but written in the sky.”
Source: Misfortune
“I leaned back in my chair, stretching luxuriantly, delibrately letting my jacket fall open. Predictably, his eyes moved down my body-some things outlast even the change. I grinned and he looked away, a rueful smile twitching at his lips. I finished breakfast in peace.”
Source: Midnight's Daughter
“I leaned down and looked at his handsome face. I wanted to kiss him in a way that would remain soft and true on his lips, all the while help him from escaping the overwhelming sense of sadnes that he felt. I pressed forward and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of fish against his lips, and the disappointment that he held so very deeply inside. I kissed him long and wide, yet limp and yielding, pulling myself away from reality to only drown in the fantasy of our love. I touched his mouth in such a loving way, that not even his incapability to reach into my soul, could tear us away from exchanging such romance. He immediately gave into the kiss, his sadness slowly giving way to the moment that we so intimately shared. It amazed me what a merman could do, even when flowing tears streamed down his face. Through the bridge of kissing, I had healed him, and he had healed me in return.”
“I leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead. She tasted like a cigar, a complex combination of flavours that come from the tobacco itself, as well as any additional flavours that might be imparted during the fermentation and ageing processes.; Yes, bitter-sweet, and scented.”
“I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time."-Amelia”
“I leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes widened, then his lips parted and he kissed me back, mouth warm and firm against mine and that floating feeling washed over me and through me, and it was so amazing that when it ended, I just stayed there, my face so close to his I could feel his breath, see those incredible amber eyes, and that was all I could see, all I wanted to see.”
Source: The Gathering: Number 1 in series
“I leaned forward and pressed Muriel's tip to his chest...
His eyes met mine, and a single tear ran down his cheek. 'All I ever wanted was you.'
'I know,' I replied, and pushed the sword in up to the hilt.”
Source: War of the Bastards
“I leaned forward and slapped her across the face. Probably a bit harder than I needed to, but it worked.”
Source: Perception
“I leaned forward, hiding behind my glass and took a sip, almost choking when he stroked the skin visible along my spine. Surely flames had ignited and the entire room could see I was now on fire.”
Source: Not On Your Latte: A HOT Southern Romance
“I leaned forward on the table and leveled her with my steady gaze. “Do not ever speak to her that way again. If she hadn’t agreed to come with me I wouldn’t have come. Don’t underestimate her importance. She’s mine. Respect that.”
Source: Forever Too Far: A Rosemary Beach Novel
“I leaned from my friends in school. I had lots of friends; yet I was very indrawn.”
“I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.”
Source: Looking for Alaska
“I leaned into Tamlin, sighing. 'It feels- feels as if some of it was a dream, or a nightmare. But... But I remembered you. And when I saw you there today, I started clawing at it, fighting, because I knew it might be my only chance, and-'
'How did you break free of his control,' Lucien said flatly from behind us.
Tamlin gave him a warning growl.
I'd forgotten he was there. My sister's mate. The Mother, I decided, did have a sense of humour. 'I wanted it- I don't know how. I just wanted to break free of him, so I did.'
We stared each other down, but Tamlin brushed a thumb over my shoulder. 'Are- are you hurt?'
I tried not to bristle. I knew what he meant. That he thought Rhysand would do anything like that to anyone- 'I- I don't know,' I stammered. 'I don't... I don't remember those things.'
Lucien's metal eye narrowed, as if he could sense the lie.
But I looked up at Tamlin, and brushed my hand over his mouth. My bare, empty skin. 'You're real,' I said. 'You freed me.'
It was an effort not to turn my hands into claws and rip out his eyes. Traitor- liar. Murderer.
'You freed yourself,' Tamlin breathed. He gestured to the house. 'Rest- and then we'll talk. I... need to find Ianthe. And make some things very, very clear.'
'I- I want to be a part of it this time,' I said, halting when he tried to herd me back into that beautiful prison. 'No more... No more shutting me out. No more guards. Please. I have so much to tell you about them- bits and pieces, but... I can help. We can get my sisters back. Let me help.'
Help lead you in the wrong direction. Help bring you and your court to your knees, and take down Jurian and those conniving, traitorous queens. And then tear Ianthe into tiny, tiny pieces and bury them in a pit no one can find.
Tamlin scanned my face, and finally nodded. 'We'll start over. Do things differently. When you were gone, I realised... I'd been wrong. So wrong, Feyre. And I'm sorry.'
Too late. Too damned late. But I rested my head on his arm as he slipped it around me and led me toward the house. 'It doesn't matter. I'm home now.'
'Forever,' he promised.
'Forever,' I parroted, glancing behind- to where Lucien stood in the gravel drive.
His gaze on me. Face hard. As if he'd seen through every lie.
As if he knew of the second tattoo beneath my glove, and the glamour I now kept on it.
As if he knew that they had let a fox into a chicken coop- and he could do nothing.
Not unless he never wanted to see his mate- Elain- again.
I gave Lucien a sweet, sleepy smile. So our game began.
We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the fornt doors of the manor.
And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I leaned into Tamlin, sighing. 'It feels- feels as if some of it was a dream, or a nightmare. But... But I remembered you. And when I saw you there today, I started clawing at it, fighting, because I knew it might be my only chance, and-'
'How did you break free of his control,' Lucien said flatly from behind us.
Tamlin gave him a warning growl.
I'd forgotten he was there. My sister's mate. The Mother, I decided, did have a sense of humour. 'I wanted it- I don't know how. I just wanted to break free of him, so I did.'
We stared each other down, but Tamlin brushed a thumb over my shoulder. 'Are- are you hurt?'
I tried not to bristle. I knew what he meant. That he thought Rhysand would do anything like that to anyone- 'I- I don't know,' I stammered. 'I don't... I don't remember those things.'
Lucien's metal eye narrowed, as if he could sense the lie.
But I looked up at Tamlin, and brushed my hand over his mouth. My bare, empty skin. 'You're real,' I said. 'You freed me.'
It was an effort not to turn my hands into claws and rip out his eyes. Traitor- liar. Murderer.
'You freed yourself,' Tamlin breathed. He gestured to the house. 'Rest- and then we'll talk. I... need to find Ianthe. And make some things very, very clear.'
'I- I want to be a part of it this time,' I said, halting when he tried to herd me back into that beautiful prison. 'No more... No more shutting me out. No more guards. Please. I have so much to tell you about them- bits and pieces, but... I can help. We can get my sisters back. Let me help.'
Help lead you in the wrong direction. Help bring you and your court to your knees, and take down Jurian and those conniving, traitorous queens. And then tear Ianthe into tiny, tiny pieces and bury them in a pit no one can find.
Tamlin scanned my face, and finally nodded. 'We'll start over. Do things differently. When you were gone, I realised... I'd been wrong. So wrong, Feyre. And I'm sorry.'
Too late. Too damned late. But I rested my head on his arm as he slipped it around me and led me toward the house. 'It doesn't matter. I'm home now.'
'Forever,' he promised.
'Forever,' I parroted, glancing behind- to where Lucien stood in the gravel drive.
His gaze on me. Face hard. As if he'd seen through every lie.
As if he knew of the second tattoo beneath my glove, and the glamour I now kept on it.
As if he knew that they had let a fox into a chicken coop- and he could do nothing.
Not unless he never wanted to see his mate- Elain- again.
I gave Lucien a sweet, sleepy smile. So our game began.
We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor.
And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I leaned into the world without my dad and the hope of him returning. As I began to wake up and to feel again, I realized everything my father had ever taught me was for this moment – that he was preparing me for this moment his entire life.”
“I leaned my face into his palm and he looked at me like it was the first time he ever saw me. I felt my heart burst. I wanted him to kiss me. I didn’t care about what he owned, or what issues he had. I knew if we kissed, it would change us both. Even worse, I wanted to say I loved him.”
Source: Never Ever After
“I leaned my head against the warm red rock and closed my eyes. 'One day, Perseus, as I was walking through my village, my legs gave way, I literally couldn't walk. I'd become so exposed, so sad, so desperate to press away the creeping conviction that i was doing something wrong, that my legs refused to work. The villagers made a crescent round me, but not one of them came to my help. My sisters were still out in the water gathering their nets. I wanted to be a fish. I wanted to be caught and grilled by my sisters, then eaten to tiny bits inside their stomachs. Hidden forever, never to be me again. But despite the villager's bullying, and Poseidon's pestering, no: I never went in the water.'
'You were brave,' said Perseus
I thought about this. 'I would have bee just as brave as a person even if I'd given in.”
“I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. "I'm not sure what to do next. How are you as a sounding board?"
"I can look interested and nod at appropriate moments," he said.
"Good enough," I said.”
Source: Dead Beat
“I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That's how we found out.”
“I leaned out the window to feel the night’s deep blue, the same dark air that surrounded him in Genoa or Paris or wherever he was. I would give a great deal to know what he was thinking right at this moment. If a person could know for certain what the other person was thinking or doing, then loneliness might cease to exist in the world.”
Source: The Passion of Artemisia
“I leaned over and slapped his face sideways and backhanded it back to center position.
"Manners," I said.”
Source: Pale Gray for Guilt
“I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt”
“I leaned too early. I was running, I looked across, I realised I was going to win - the thought I was on for a world record entered my mind - I reached for the line when I should have stayed straight.”
“I leaned toward him, hoping the corset top would do half my work for me in smoothing the matter over. "Do you remember that one scene in The Glass House? The one where O'Neill walks that waitress home?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Um, I wrote that scene.”
Source: Succubus Blues
“I leap where the ground is uncertain, because faith builds bridges where fear sees gaps.”
“I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.”
Source: Out of The Easy
“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.”
Source: The Cocktail Party
“I learn a little more and I change a little bit”
“I learn a lot about people I don't know from you, but it's actually really nice to learn about you.”
Source: Love and Other Conspiracies
“I learn a lot as a director from acting in other people's films and just in general. I want to try and be as involved in the art of filmmaking as possible. I feel that the only way to really do that is to take on as many roles as possible, whether it be as an actor, an editor, a director, a cinematographer. Basically, I like to help and be involved, so anything anybody asks me to do, my first reaction is to say "Yes."”
“I learn a lot from acting, but it's not my natural way. I can't help but write; I do it all the time. It's a condition of being for me.”
“I learn a lot from every director that I work with. I sit on set and watch them, every one.”
“I learn a lot from my experiences and collaborations. Most of my collaborations are meant for me to learn.”