“You, Joelle, are fucking goddamn mind-blowingly beautiful. I have no idea how you don't see it. Those glasses that you think made you look nerdy? If they're nerdy, then nerdy is so incredibly hot. Because when you wear your glasses, you look smart and sexy. Your hair that you think is unruly and messy? It's not. It's wild. And wild is so fucking hot, I can't even begin to tell you." He presses his eyes shut and shakes his head, like he can barely contain the thought. "I can't take my eyes off it. Every time you brush past me and I feel your hair on my skin, I get goose bumps. And your skin is so soft that every time I've touched you, I've almost lost my damn mind. Like when you were on my lap kissing me, I honest to god thought I was going to pass out. I mean, did you not feel my boner against you? You felt so fucking good I could barely take it." My eyes are wide as I soak in every word he says. "When we started working in the same space together, I overheard you mention how big your ass is when you were joking with your mom and aunt. Why? Your ass is a fucking national treasure. Why do you think I spent so much time grabbing it while we were fooling around?" Against his palm, I let out a muffled "oh" sound. It's the sound I make when I've figured out an especially challenging crossword puzzle clue. These are some damn good points he's making. Shaking his head, he looks away for a split second, like he's so frustrated, so hell-bent on getting these words out that he needs a moment to collect himself. His eyes cut back to me. "Do you have any idea the way people look at you? Everywhere you go, people can't take their eyes off you. Nonstop. And you don't even notice it because you're too focused on others. Do you have any clue how sexy it is? Everyone else is so concerned with their image and what people think of them. But you don't give it a second thought. Even if you don't realize it, you come off so sure of yourself. It's the hottest thing ever.” You Are BeautifulConfession Of LoveUnawareness Of The SelfSexy And Romantic Book:The Boy With the Bookstore Source: The Boy With the Bookstore
“«Hola. Por si he sido tan torpe de no haberte llamado aún, quiero que sepas que no es porque no te eche de menos. Sí te echo de menos. Seguramente, el retraso tendrá que ver con Griffin… El muy idiota dará problemas durante toda la gira, lo sé, pero por lo menos dejará de desnudarte con la mirada una temporada… Eso es cosa mía. Y por si nunca te lo había dicho, lo hago siempre. Cuando pasas a mi lado, imagino tus caderas desnudas bajo mis dedos. Cuando te inclinas para darme una cerveza, imagino tus pechos firmes, tus pezones duros pidiendo mi boca a gritos. Te preguntas por qué estoy siempre tan excitado, y te lo voy a decir. Tu cuerpo me quema. La caricia de tus dedos sobre mi piel enciende mi deseo. Tu aliento me cubre de una pasión abrasadora. Todo en ti es sensual, y tú no lo sabes en absoluto. Cuando me miras con esos ojos ahumados, desnudándome como te desnudo yo a ti, haces que mi sangre fluya como un torrente, y te deseo tanto… Sé que, esté donde esté en este momento, estaré muriéndome de deseo y que albergaré una profunda ansia, casi dolorosa… porque estaré pensando en ti. Los días no merecen la pena hasta que no estoy dentro de ti. Sólo me siento completo con tu cuerpo rodeando el mío. Pero no pienses que lo que siento por ti se limita sólo al sexo y a una reacción física. No… Es mucho más. Te has metido dentro de mí de tal forma que me has dejado herido y vulnerable. Estar contigo, hacerte el amor sólo es la muestra tangible de lo que siento por ti. Sé que me he convertido en uno de esos idiotas enamorados y balbuceantes, pero al fin y al cabo todo se reduce a dos palabras que apenas logran expresar lo que siento… Te amo.»” BooksFavoritesBookboyfriendSexy And Romantic Book:Effortless Source: Effortless