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“We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“It has been said that art is a tryst; for in the joy of it, maker and beholder meet.”
― Kojiro Tomita

“When he came back, I hid my face within my hands. He said: "Fear nothing. Who has seen our kiss? --Who saw us? The night and the moon."

"And the stars and the first flush of dawn. The moon has seen its visage in the lake, and told it to the water 'neath the willows. The water told it to the rower's oar.

"And the oar has told it to the boat, and the boat has passed the secret to the fisher. Alas! alas! if that were only all! But the fisher told the secret to a woman.

"The fisher told the secret to a woman: my father and my mother and my sisters, and all of Hellas now shall know the tale.”
― Pierre Louÿs, The Songs of Bilitis

“I’m glad we can be friends.â€�
There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“A wicked curve appears on his lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’m allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I want.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. “I loved him. That’s what dumb girls do.â€�
“You aren’t dumb.�
I try to hold back my smile. “I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“Bootie Grant Glover! You do amaze me!" Mem stared at her sister. "Do I understand this? You're giving me permission to engage in a romantic tryst?"

"Certainly not!" Bootie pulled to her full diminished height. "I'm merely saying if disaster strikes, I won't abandon you.”
― Maggie Osborne, Brides of Prairie Gold

“The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.
I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I alone shall know, face to face with my shadow, you dare not distinguish it from the rest of the night...”
― Rachilde, The Juggler

“The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.
“Morning, roomie.�
His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping in sweat.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“The truth is, I always want to kiss you.”
― Alex Rosa, Tryst

“Um, well, I’ve been working out with Alex. Today just happened to be right after our workout,â€� Craig admits finally.
“Really,� I say dripping with sarcasm. “And you failed to mention this earlier? You ran off so abruptly for your tryst. I should’ve suspected something illicit was occurring.�
Alex erupts in laughter looking at Craig. “You didn’t tell her.”
― Isabelle Joshua, The Swallow