I wanted to see him again, wanted to feel his hands on me, wanted to come with him inside me. I wanted all those things, and the wanting frightened me.
Catalog
Megan Hart
Megan Hart is an American author of romantic and erotic novels. Hart became interested in writing after reading the Ray Bradbury short story Homecoming. Moved by this work, she rewrote her own version and began creating stories. She was inspired to write professionally after reading Stephen King's The Stand. After a long break Hart resumed writing in 1998, publishing her first book in 2002. Hart has a degree in journalism from Indiana University of Pennsylvania. She lives in Pennsylvania with her two children and husban
I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they have made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me…
When you find someone who makes you smile and laugh, when you find someone who makes you feel safe… you shouldn’t let that person go just because you’re afraid.
I'd rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.
I wouldn’t trade one minute of what we had together even if it meant I’d never have to feel this way.
You don’t have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.
He wants to pretend this is all accidental, but for me it isn't a game. I haven't simply let it happen. I'm falling because I jumped, and not because I tripped.
Some people live their entire life and never once feel how I felt every time he looked at me.
We look at each other without saying anything, both of us smiling like idiots. I heart is so full I can’t believe it can possibly still beat without bursting right in front of me. My desire for him is so fierce I’m afraid to stand, because I know my knees will be too weak to hold me up, but there’s…
I’m in love with him, and I think I’ve known that for a long time, but now I can’t stop myself from admitting it. I love the way he dances for me, trying to make me laugh, not caring if he looks a little like a fool. He is adorable and charming, and the breath leaves my lungs and my heart forgets to…
Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.
Love, when it goes, can sometimes burn to ash. And sometimes it can leave nothing.
When you love someone, seeing them in pain can be harder than being in pain yourself.
I didn’t fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I’d fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I’d vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.