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“Nice slippers,�� Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.�� I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So what’s up?�� He had one hand behind his back.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“In the quiet of the kitchen my mind wanders. Fried chicken and potato salad. What's this man trying to re-create? A picnic? An outing? A meal his grandma made? A chess pie is old school. It's basically a pecan pie without the pecans. Syrupy sweet. I think about the memories he must have about this meal. Innocent. Pure. Happy.”
― Liza Palmer, Nowhere But Home

“I pulled her to me and wrapped her in my arms. Inhaling deep, I took in the smell that would forever remind me of this summer—faded floral perfume, coconut suntan lotion, and the beach. I wanted to bottle the scent and call it Valentina.”
― Vi Keeland, All Grown Up

“What’re you doing?�� I asked.
“Walking next to the street,�� he said offhandedly.
“W���?��
“It’s safer for you.”
― Sarah A. Bailey, The Soulmate Theory

“I crash into him, clinging to him tightly as a wave of emotion threatens to make me burst into tears again. I bury my cheek into his chest as the heady, manly scent of Zak's cologne invades my senses, instantly calming my inner chaos.
It's been forever since I have been in Zak's arms.
"I'm here." He quietly moans next to my ear, rocking us from side to side, squeezing me tighter. "Had to make a quick stop, but I'm here, Bella."
I forgot how much I love Zak's hugs.”
― A.L. Russell, Maybe Probably

“Zak rolls onto his side and reaches out with his free hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"You okay now?" he whispers.
I return a weak smile and nod.
"Good. Get some sleep. I'll chase away the monsters.”
― A.L. Russell

“She is so close and the agony that she could be so much closer consumes me.
Yes, I get to keep her in my life - close, but never close enough.
To love Lacey so deeply, yet hold that love captive in a prison of silence is my chosen agony.”
― A.L. Russell, Maybe Probably

“Don’t give me love advice. You’re a maiden aunt.��

“I’m not a maiden—��

“No. We will never speak of this moment again,�� he says, sliding off the stool.

She laughs, swatting him with the dish rag.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Black Tree Chaise