Quotes about Mature ya

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It's not that I can't live without you; it's that I don't want to. There's a difference. We all make choices in life and — J. Sterling, The Perfect Game
There will come a time in your life when you lose something that matters to you. You'll fight for it and you won't win. — J. Sterling, The Perfect Game
I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in — Carrie Butler, Strength
One second she’s all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat. — Carrie Butler, Strength
All because I fell in love with a madman. — Carrie Butler, Strength
My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin. — Carrie Butler, Strength
I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something,anything, other than his beauty. Or his bod — S.L. Jennings, Dark Light
Well, put it this way--I don't want to ever imagine a moment without you next to me ever again. — Gretchen de la O, Eighteen at Last
Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?~Disarming(Reign of Blood #2) — Alexia Purdy
I nipped little kisses along his jawline. God, I just couldn't keep my hands or lips off of him. "God, you are the most — Tish Thawer, Scent of a White Rose
Rose, come here." Christian grabbed my hand and guided me back down on the couch next to him. — Tish Thawer, Scent of a White Rose
Yes, I'm hungry. Horny, too! The thought of feeding from you is a most delectable idea and it's playing havoc with my br — Tish Thawer, Scent of a White Rose
You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something..." His voice trailed of — J. Sterling, The Perfect Game
I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do," I breathed, trying hard to pretend I wasn't fazed by what just happened. "You — Alicia Kobishop, The Fine Line
If she could explore and heal his injuries with her fingers, it would be another type of magic, her skin making contact — Natalia Jaster, Touch
She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him fr — Natalia Jaster, Touch
He holds out a trembling hand and traces the shape of her arm, descending to her elbow. “You’re like mist,” he says. “Yo — Natalia Jaster, Touch