Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

"You can’t tell mewhat to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”In the second it took him to turn and face me, hisexpression had contorted into anger. He stomped towardme, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neckbulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to evenflinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you."

"I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine."

"I had died and woken up in High School Musical"

"I knew the second I met youthat there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you."

"I thought I was going to sweat five years before I'd feel like this.""I wanted it as much as you did. I've just got a hell of a poker face"I smiled, pressing my lips against his."

"To douchebags!"he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart,"he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her."

"His fingers lightly grazed my cheek. "I didn't know you before. When you're not there, I can't concentrate. I'm wondering where you are, what you're doing...if you're there and I can see you, I can see you, I can focus. I know it's crazy, but that's how it is.""And crazy is exactly the way I like it,"I said, leaning up to kiss his lips."Obviously,"America muttered under breath."

"His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”“I vowed in front of God – and Elvis – that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?"

"I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine."

"After climbing off his bike, I smacked his shoulder. “Did you forget I was with you? Are you trying to get me killed?”“It’s hard to forget you’re behind me when your thighs are squeezing the life out of me.” A smirk came with his next thought. “I couldn’t think of a better way to die, actually.”“There is something very wrong with you."

"Look at him,” she said, shaking her head. “Travis Maddox: Mr. Mom."

"I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine."

"I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine."