A Little Less Girl Love Quotes

I tucked Amy's journal beneath my arm and walked over to her window seat. The tartan patterned cushion had been worn to mere threads on the left side. I sat there, where Amy must have sat hundreds of times reading her romances. My gaze strayed to the window and the house at the end of the street. Amy had told me in an email once that she could see his house from her window. I wondered how much time she'd spent staring at it, waiting for a glimpse of the guy who she'd spent every waking hour dreaming about, the guy whose cruel words had splintered her into a million pieces, the guy who had barely even known she'd existed. (4.11)

I was such a naïve goof thinking I could just walk in, find Jake West, hate him instantly, and reduce him to whimpering rubble. First of all, he didn't seem the least bit despicable. Secondly, everyone, including the teachers, seemed to worship him so why would he care about me, and thirdly… I didn't have a three, but why the heck did Amy have to go so bats*** crazy over him?
There were plenty of less spectacular guys milling about the halls. My cousin was always looking for her romantic hero, only now, her story had ended but without the kiss or the happily ever after. (8.3)

Blister dropped his backpack between his legs and leaned forward. "Dude, she is so freaking hot I can barely breathe around her."

That was more like it. And I was glad that I wasn't the only person having this reaction to her. No doubt it was because she was new and astonishingly sexy. Katrina was sexy too, but eventually she'd lost her shine. Dani would be out of my mind in no time. (9.29-30)

"Shut up, you ass." Blister looked at me. "Hey, speaking of Dani, you don't seem interested in dating her. It's—it's just an observation," he stuttered. "Plus I figured since she was Amy's cousin and all."

"I actually haven't given her much thought at all," I said coolly, belying the molten heat rising in my veins. "Did she say something about Amy? Did she say something about me?" I wanted to kick myself for sounding like an anxious little kid. (9.33-34)

Bright spot of my day. I had a Jane Austen moment. In Emma, super sophisticated Mr. Knightly comes to Harriet's rescue on the dance floor after Mr. Elton's been a jerk to her. Mr. Dermott was my Mr. Knightly today. We had to pick partners in history. Everyone had a partner. Even my one true friend, Katy, was asked by Brian Folger to be his partner. She looked at me sort of pleadingly, and I nodded for her to go with him. I mean after all what kind of friend would I have been to say no. She really likes the guy. Everyone coupled up and yours truly was sitting alone on her massive butt with no partner. And it wasn't even kickball. I mean, I'm terrible at sports, but I'm pretty damn good at writing a history report. So Mr. Dermott walked over, pulled up a chair, sat down with that heart-stopping smile of his, and said "Well, I guess it's you and me kid." Then he leaned closer and said "Frankly, I think I won on this deal." Don't' know what soap he uses but he smells heavenly. The rest of the girls looked jealous. (10.11)

Jake's head popped up when he saw me standing with the horses. I contemplated rushing back to the house, but that would have looked more than slightly ridiculous or mean. Truthfully, I wasn't quite sure how to react to the guy. As he approached, I felt a flutter go through my chest. Amy knew breathtaking when she saw it. And then, for a moment, I imagined myself with Jake West, the guy who'd invaded Amy's heart, and even though she was gone, I felt like a traitor for even thinking it. (14.5)

"Because Amy loved you, and she was the smartest person I knew. She wouldn't have been so crazy about you if you'd had even an ounce of evil in you. She was a great judge of character." I took hold of his fingers. They were cold but heat seemed to radiate where our skin touched. Gently I wound the gauze around his hand. His breath warmed the side of my face as I held his hand. Warm tension grew between us as we stood side by side watching the wrap go around his hand. (30.42)

Yesterday, I'd been nervous about facing Jake because I'd hurt his feelings, and he'd returned the favor with some stinging words of his own. Today, I was nervous about facing him because for some unexplained reason I decided to pick up his hand and kiss it last night. Actually it wasn't completely unexplained. He'd looked so beautiful standing there in the warm light of the porch, and the thought of him taking the time to protect Amy's paintings and then the lasting image of his face when I'd glanced at his hand in the tunnel, all of it overwhelmed me suddenly and I realized how much I wanted him to kiss me. I realized how badly I wanted to kiss him.

In first period we exchanged shy smiles, but we didn't talk. The whole time I wondered what he'd thought about my gesture. Like always, I could feel the heat of his gaze on the side of my face while Ms. Miller lectured. Like always, I pretended not to notice. (32.1-2)

I thought back about standing in his arms and how right it had felt. I'd fallen hard for Amy's hero. "You know, I came to town with every intention of hating you, Jake West…"

The palm of his unwrapped hand pressed against my cheek. The warmth of it felt soothing, and I closed my eyes. My lips parted as his mouth covered mine with a soft deep kiss. It had been an emotional few days, and the feel of his lips on mine brought tears to my eyes. He gazed down at me with worry in his dark blues eyes. "Dani, I'm sorry—"

I took his hand from my cheek and kissed his palm. "Don't be. I needed that kiss." I reached up and pushed his long hair behind his ear. Amy knew extraordinary when she saw it. (32.52-54)

My phone vibrated on the counter, and I picked it up. It was Jake. "How's it going?" he asked. It was just three simple, non-committal, non-romantic words, yet the sound of his deep voice made my knees weak.

"Everything is fine." I actually had to keep the tremble out of my voice. I'd never had this reaction to any guy, but after he'd kissed me in the hallway and again in the jeep when his lips had drifted over the scars on my face, I realized I'd lost my heart to the guy. (34.11-12)