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“It was a horrible thing to be age-stamped by the boyband of your heart.”
― Jenn McKinlay, Death of a Mad Hatter

“If he couldn鈥檛 think of anything on his own, he could quote lines from his favorite Prince song, tell her how his stomach trembled, that she had his butterflies all tied up.
But he just kissed her.
He might keep kissing her forever, not thinking about the consequences or meaning behind anything. She tasted so good and felt so warm, she filled his head to the brink, and when she shifted closer, his brain emptied, and he went spiraling”
― Ophelia London, Aimee and the Heartthrob

“The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.”
― Ophelia London, Aimee and the Heartthrob

“Miles looked so cute, squished on a couch between Will and Trevin. He was polite, too, a gentleman. A fricking sexy gentleman with the biceps of a Harvard crew rower and a smile that truly made her heart throb.”
― Ophelia London, Aimee and the Heartthrob

“Miles jogged off, leaving her alone in the large and quiet room. Aimee stood still, waiting for her mind and heart to go back to normal, return to how she felt a week ago before seeing Miles again.
But they didn鈥檛. Or wouldn鈥檛. She put both hands over her pounding heart, exhaled, and sank into a chair. Nut-burgers. Now what?”
― Ophelia London, Aimee and the Heartthrob

“Looking out the windows, she could tell they were on the first floor. 鈥淲here are we supposed to go now?鈥�
鈥淲ell, I don鈥檛 know about you, but I was running around a stage for two hours tonight, then snogging a seriously hot girl in the back of a bus for another two hours.鈥� He put a hand on her cheek that was probably bright red. 鈥淪o obviously, I鈥檓 about to die of starvation.”
― Ophelia London, Aimee and the Heartthrob

“Did you call me an assjacket again? I gotta say, it sounds like a compliment coming from you.”
― Ophelia London, Aimee and the Heartthrob

“Some say honesty is the best policy. I believe lying to yourself is a form of self-preservation.”
― Lexi Kingston

“Tell me we鈥檙e not over,鈥� he whispers desperately, pressing his fingers into my flesh. 鈥淣ot before we鈥檝e even begun.”
― Lexi Kingston, Trusting November