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“A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout out into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I'm in love with you.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“I don't want anyone fighting over me," Kate said. "It's not worth it."

"Like hell it's not." Samuel turned to her. "Don't ever say you're not worth it, Katie. You're worth epic battles. Entire wars."

Her heart pinched. "Samuel..."

"Yes, Helen of Troy?" She thought she saw him wink as he backed away, reaching for a sword to match Evan's.

After all this time...he would choose this moment to be charming.”
― Tessa Dare, A Lady by Midnight

“Can you kiss me again?â€� the whisper came like a plea laced with honey and need, and any desire to enjoy one thing at a time was lost in that second. “Come here baby boy and I’ll kiss you forever,”
― Talon P.S., What Torin Wants

“I had to be careful. Nothing from the Otherworld was benign, especially something in packaging this attractive.”
― Mary Lindsey, Ashes on the Waves

“Juliette,â€� he says.

â€Ô¨±ð²õ?â€�

I can hear him breathing.

“Thank you,� he whispers. “For
being my friend.�

I turn around then. Press close to
him, my nose grazing his neck. “I will
always be here if you need me,� I say,
the darkness catching and hushing my
voice. “Please remember that. Always
remember that.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I’ve been stealing your soaps,â€� I
tell him.

He raises his eyebrows at me.

“Sorry.� I feel myself blush.

“Don’t feel bad,� he says, serious
so suddenly. “You can have anything of
mine you want. You can have all of it.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“And then what did you do, Lord Oliver?" Karl's eight-year-old daughter gazed up at him in awe, as though this were the best story she had ever heard.”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“Get on with it," Mrs. O'Hare prompts, and I do, wrapping the bandage snugly over Finn's instep and up his calfâ€� which is sinewy with muscle, covered in fine coppery hair and more freckles. I'm fascinated by the pattern they form over his skin. Do they go all the way up his leg?
I flush scarlet at the the thought.”
― Jessica Spotswood, Born Wicked

“The ocean is scary . . . but it is beautiful,â€� he says into my ear.
He clearly sees something I’m not seeing.
“I guess.�
“You stubborn woman.â€� He chuckles, and his hands slide from my waist to the railing, and his front presses against my back. “Terrifying things can be beautiful, you know. Trust me on that one.”
― Cassie Mae, The Real Thing

“I feel more human when I compare the cuteness of a lizard to a newborn child's sweetness. Both are God's creations filled with precious innocence”
― Munia Khan

“All right. Talk to me darlin'. You're not insane. A little crazy, but not insane. And this...everything you've gotten...in the last few days...do you know how many people would kill for this?"
"But...”
― Shelly Laurenston, Wolf with Benefits

“You didn’t do anything. But I won’t let anyone talk to you like that.. I don’t care who they are.â€�
“You ready to fight the whole town then, darlin�?�
She pursed her lips and said without even a bit of hesitation, “If I have to.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Howl For It

“Have I been conditioned to believe that if I am not solicitous, if I am not forthcoming, if I am not a never-ending cornicopia of entertaining delights, they will take their collections of milk-bottle tops and their mangy one-eared teddy bears and go away into the woods by themselves to play snipers? Probably. What my mother thinks was merely cute may have been lethal.”
― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

“...tenía los Seis Síntomas Mortales de un Hombre Enamorado:
1. Incapacidad para pensar derecho.
2. Una alarmante propensión a sonreír en los momentos más extraños.
3. Pensamiento constante en el objeto de su deseo.
4. Absolutamente ningún interés en otros miembros del sexo opuesto.
5. Una sorprendente buena voluntad hacia el mundo en general.
6. Excitación sexual perpetúa.”
― Megan Hart, Broken

“Adam's gaze quickly shifted from the full tattoo on my face, to the V-neck of my T-shirt and the glimpse of tattooing across my collarbone, down to my palm, which was also covered in the same filigree tattoo. "I didn't know vampyres were getting additional tattooing done. Is your artist here in Tulsa?"
I grinned. "Yeah, sometimes. But mostly she's in the Otherworld." I could see he was trying to process what I'd said, so I took the opportunity to blurt, "Hey, you said you don't have a girlfriend, but how about a boyfriend?"
"Um, no, I don't have a boyfriend, either. At least not currently." Adam glanced at Damien, who met his gaze.
/Success!/ was what I was thinking.”
― P.C. Cast, Hidden

“Stark grinned his cocky half smile and took my hand, threading his fingers through mine for all of the video audience to see. "Z, don't almost cuss on film. Your grandma might hear and that wouldn't be cool."
"Sorry," I muttered. "How about I just let you talk."
Stark's grin got bigger, "Well, that'll be a first.”
― P.C. Cast, Hidden

“You are absolutely at the correct spot. Well done, you, for finding us!" Damien's smile was so warm that I watched the tense set of the human's shoulders relax. Then he actually held out his hand and said, "Excellent. I'm Adam Paluka, from Tulsa's Fox News 23, I'm here to interview your High Priestess and, I'm guessing, some of you as well."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Paluka. I'm Damien," Damien said, taking his hand. Then he giggled a little and added, "Oooh, strong grip!"
The reporter grinned. "I aim to please. And call me Adam. Mr. Paluka is my dad."
Damien giggled again. Adam chuckled. They made major eye contact. Stevie Rae nudged me and we shared a /look./ Adam was cute, seriously cute in a young, up-and-coming metro-sexual guy way. Dark hair, dark eyes, good teeth, really good shoes, and a man satchel, which Stevie Rae and I spotted together. Our eyes telegraphed to each other /potential boyfriend for Damien!/
"Hi there, Adam, I'm Stevie Rae." She stuck out her hand. As he took it she said, "You don't have a girlfriend, do ya?"
His straight-toothed smile faltered, but only a little. "No. I don't, um. No. I absolutely don't have a girlfriend.”
― P.C. Cast, Hidden

“We didn't have to talk, and it wasn't awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with junk food from the vending machine and a Claymation classic on the television." oh and later "I guess its a good thing we found each other then.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“There is a distinct evolutionary advantage to being fuzzy, as much of the mammal kingdom had discovered, particularly when you wanted a human to scratch your back. The dwarven evolutionary tree had embraced this concept wholeheartedly only to discover that once you started talking and expressing opinions a human's desire to scratch your back became directly inverse to how fuzzy it was.”
― Jeffery Russell, The Dungeoneers

“Wait here.â€� I ran back up to my room to grab his blue-and-black plaid flannel shirt, still in my possession. Back on the porch, I handed it over.

“My shirt. I forgot you had it.�

“It’s ‘my� shirt. You need to go home tonight and sleep in it. I made the mistake of washing it and now it doesn’t smell like you anymore.�

He turned the shirt over and over in his hand, laughing and shaking his head.

“And I want it back first thing in the morning. You read me?”
― Emma Scott, How to Save a Life

“You just ruined a perfectly delicious Danish!â€� I squawk at him.
“Man,� he laughs, “note to self, don't mess with Elle’s pastries.�
I scrape a giant hunk off my chin and smush it across his lips. He licks them and moans.
“Oh man, that is seriously one amazing Danish.�
“Now you understand.â€� I laugh at him. I wipe my face off and we finish our treats without wasting anymore.”
― K. Larsen, 30 Days

“Sleepy head,â€� he whispers, slipping an arm around my waist, “you snore.â€�
“Do not,� I say in voice croaky from sleep.
He nibbles my earlobe. “It’s cute.�
“Middle-aged, overweight men snore. That’s not cute.�
He strokes my hip. “Everything you do’s cute.�
I love it when he talks like this. It means he has a softer, sweeter side. I hate it for the exact same reason.”
― Ashley Lynn Willis, Summer's Temptation

“Reed: "I owe you big-time, Ronnie."
Ronnie: "You've been my best friend since kindergarten, Reed. I owe you big-time."
That's the kind of friend she is.”
― Robin Friedman, The Girlfriend Project

“This was more than the mate-claim. It was more than love. More than a fluttering of our hearts, or a tingle when she entered a room.”
― Lila Felix, Burden