Romantic Interracial Love Quotes

It's not how long you see something. It's how you intensely you feel it" From Central Park Song: a Screenplay

Intuitively, she sensed Leonardo’s gaze on her, and she caught sight of him near the entrance to the balcony. He was watching her, though he should have been engrossed in the conversation with the two other people with whom he was standing, one of which was the redhead. Even from that distance across the room, she could sense his desire for her, and there was an answering pounding of the blood in her veins as their gazes locked. Maybe it was the kiss between Russell and Joan and the romantic notion of long-lasting love, but Alexa found her thoughts straying to memories of sharing passionate kisses with Leonardo. She carefully placed her glass of wine on the table before it slipped from her damp fingers and crashed onto the expensive white carpet. She felt nervous and jittery because she knew the reason for Leonardo’s smoldering scrutiny. She was fully aware of what was expected of her, and she found herself breathlessly anticipating the end of the evening.

Until your love makes you leap beyond norms, it ain't love.

Okay,” she began as calmly as she could. “Could you just… tell me what I’m doing wrong? Because… I’m really starting to feel like I’ve had enough of this,” she confessed, the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I think this hurts just bad enough that I’m just… I’m ready to listen, I’m ready to change.” Kevin shook his head, rubbing his jaw uncomfortably as she continued. “Am I too honest? Do I work too hard? Did I not ask nicely enough? I mean, I cried too. I cried like I’m crying right now,” she went on, her voice a wavering mess. “Did I give it up too soon? Is it my body? I mean, what do you think it is, Kevin, just tell me. I can take it. I can take any fuckin’ thing. Obviously. I can’t make myself into a white girl, so I have to make do. Just, as a man… tell me what about me makes you entirely unresponsive to me, just when it comes to actual love? And I don’t mean romantic love, I mean, just… the love we give to each other as humans. Food in the belly. A place to sleep. Keeping a promise. How do I get what she has? In your opinion?” Leftovers with Benefits: an interracial contemporary romance by