Simone Elkeles
Simone Elkeles
Simone Elkeles, is an American author known for the teen romance Perfect Chemistry Trilogy and How To Ruin Trilogy. She is a New York Times Bestselling young adult author. Simone has won the 2010 RITA Award for Best Young Adult Romance from the Romance Writers of America for her book Perfect Chemistry. The sequel to Perfect Chemistry, Rules of Attraction, appeared on USA Today Best Sellers List and The New York Times Best Sellers List...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 April 1970
CountryUnited States of America
I realise it’s going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I’ve ever met, wants to kiss me.
That’s not the only reason I’m stayin’, chica. I can’t leave you any more than I could walk out that door right now while my leg is busted up. I was just thinkin’ . . . should we tell your parents now or later?” “Tell them what?” I ask, eyes wide. He kisses me softly, then says proudly, “That we’re in a serious, monogamous, committed relationship.” “We are?” “Sí. And when I get out of here, I’m gonna fix the door to your car.
I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.
I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me.
Gary, who's wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn't work.
I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.
- I don't want you to love me. - Too late, mi chava.
I want to hold you, Nikki. Will you let me?
It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.
I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.
Nobody really knows her Except the chosen few Her secrets are kept hidden Behind that sun-kissed hue. If I reach out to touch her She’ll just run away My Forever and Always Will have to wait another day.
Why are you making a joke out of this?" she asks. "Because it's stupid, Nik. There's not even room in my day to think about someone else.
You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.
A garter. You’re supposed to take it off and keep it as a memento. K-k-kinda like a trophy for going far sexually with a girl. It’s stupid, really. And kind of d-d-degrading if I think about it too m-m-much.” “I know what it is,” he says, amusement evident in his voice. “I just wanted to hear your explanation.