To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.
Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.
I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.
Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you and I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too...Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight! And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room, dreaming about you and me.
Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?
I find myself daydreaming about him when I wake up in the morning, in school when something reminds me of him, and when I fall asleep at night
I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.
In 'Attachments,' which is told from a male point of view, people asked me if a man would really think that much about whether a woman likes him. But I have a husband and three brothers, and they're all like that.
Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.
Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.
The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.
You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be... and trust me I've thought about it. A lot.
