Wait for You - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.

I'm a lot to handle, but I can assure you, you'll have fun handling me.

You don't have to want to be in arelationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.

I wondered what it would be like to be interested in him like that or any guy for that matter. To look forward to dates, to first kisses,and all the things that came after that. I bet it would be nice.

When it concerns you, it's nevera waste of my time.

My body knew what to do, what it , even though my brain was firing off so many warnings I felt like Homeland Security during a Code Red.

Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing. Cam's mouth opened. Oh my God, did I really just say that? I had.

Which brings me to the point of this call." Thank God, baby Jesus, and the Holy Ghost."

I'd still be nice to you if you were ugly. Okay.A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, I just wouldn't offer you any cookies.I folded my arms and tried to ignore the close proximity of our faces. I'm starting to think cookies is a code word for something else.Maybe it is. He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.

Why me? I blurted out, and then closed my eyes briefly. Okay. Don't answer that. The food arrived just then一thank God一and the conversation was deterred...for about two minutes. I'm going to answer that question, Cam said, peering at me through his lashes. I wanted to face-plant my stuffed chicken. You don't have to. No, I think I do.

I had no idea what time it was, but I felt boneless and it would take an act of God to get me out of this bed. Or chocolate.

You're not doing this by yourself. Hell to the mother fucking no.

Fuck, he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night.I'm not drunk.He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me.I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. Well, that was...really sort of perfect.

Sorry. Sorry. Don't hit. Bitches be scary when they hit.

I would be clapping like a seal right now if I weren't so fucking hung over, just so you know. Inside, I am doing happy jumping jacks for you with glittery pom poms.

You drive me fucking insane sometimes. I drove myself fucking insane.

Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?" "No! Good God, no!

Nothing fun in life is easy.

I texted back: A few minutes passed while I stared at my phone.

There's always tomorrow. I followed him. Tomorrow's not going to change anything.We'll see.There's nothing to see. You're wasting your time.When it concerns you, it's never a waste of my time, he replied.

Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.

She jerked her hand back and shot me what could only be described as a 'bitch' look. Frankly, it was a fucking work of art and I was sort of jealous of that level of mastery.

Avery.Cam?What are you up to?Nothing. Everything.Those are two opposite things.I know. Kiss me?

I'm skipping, but Cam doesn't have a class until this afternoon, so he's a good boy.And your a bad boy?Oh, I'm a bad, bad boy.Yeah, as in bad at spelling, math, english, cleaning up after yourself, talking to people, and I could go on.

Are you two you know? Jacob pointed at us. I didn't get a chance to answer. Cam spun me around and kissed me, right there between the two buildings. It was no friendly peck on the lips. When our tongues touched, my bag slipped off my arm and hit the frosted ground.Holy crap, Jacob muttered. I think they're going to make babies.

Fuck, Avery. You think I don't want you? There's not a single part of you that I don't want, you understand? I want to be on you and inside of you. I want you against the wall, on the couch, in your bed, in my bed, and every fucking place I can possibly think of, and trust me, I have a vast imagination when it comes to these kinds of things. Don't ever doubt that I want you. That is not what this is about.

My brain was telling me this was a bad idea and I told my brain to shut the fuck up, because it rarely told me anything helpful.