Sexy Sentence Saturday: Come to Me Quietly by A.L. Jackson

Today’s Sexy Sentence Saturday is thanks to Come to Me Quietly by A.L. Jackson which is a fantastic book that definitely deserves your attention!

“I don’t get to have this. I already told you… you deserve someone who can love you, someone who will be good for you, and you know that’s not me.” 

“You’re going to forget about me and find happiness. You’re going to find someone who can love you exactly the way you deserve to be loved.” I lowered myself so I could directly meet her face. “Do you hear me?” 

“If I believed in soul mates or any of that shit, I knew she was mine. I could feel it, this connection with her I couldn’t possibly share with anyone else. Like we fit, this fucked -up puzzle that made no sense until we aligned the pieces.” 

 “I left knowing I could never forget you, but praying somehow you could forget me. And I know I shouldn’t be here. I know I should give you a chance to forget, but, Aly… I miss you.” 

“Never in my life had I felt as exposed as I did right then. Her fingertips softened as they traced along the outline of my sins, as she caressed the markings of every mistake I’d ever made as if this girl somehow found some kind of beauty in them.”

“This—this was our deception, where I wanted to live until the day I died. Where nothing was real but the secrets we whispered in the night.” 

“Could either of us ever forget the connection we’d shaped, one carved out in those perfect hours spent alone in my room? No. Not me.” 

“I bet whatever you keep hidden in the pages of those books is absolutely beautiful, Aly .” He swallowed, diverting his gaze to the far wall before he dropped it to meet mine. A tender palm came to rest on the side of my face. He caressed his thumb over the apple of my cheek. “How could it not be? Look at you . . . you have to be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” 
Pain reverberated in his words. Still they wrapped around me like the warmest embrace. 
My fingers ventured to his chest, twisting in his shirt. The strong throb of his pulse thundered under them. “Everything I love is in the pages of those books, Jared.”

“I never wanted you to see me like I was tonight,” he said, “but it was inevitable… all of this is… inevitable. And still I stay because I don’t fucking know how to walk away from you. Last night… ” He wrenched a trembling hand through his hair. “Fuck, Aly… last night was the closest I’ve come to feeling something real in so long.” 

“I see beauty and pain. Joy and sorrow. I see the good and I see the bad . . . and I love it all.” 

You can read my review of this book here, and find out why I love it so much!

Tamie Xo

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