Jennifer Marie

“Don’t play, baby.” “Tell me I am,” I rasp. When his brows dip, I continue. “Your baby.” My eyes hit his. “For reals, not for fakes. For keeps, not for now.” The heavy thump of his heart beats against my hand, and I flatten my palm there, not wanting to miss the way it’s climbing. “Pixie.” He leans in, brushing his lips over mine. “You are. You’ve been,” he stresses. “Even when you had no fuckin’ clue... you were my baby.”
― Meagan Brandy, Fake It 'Til You Break It

“If someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.” “I can’t do that.” He pushes closer, his expression angrier. “Why not?” “Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”
― Meagan Brandy, Boys of Brayshaw High

“You find three types of love in your lifetime. The first will show you all that you did wrong. The second will show you how you should be loved, but the third will show you what it feels like to die while still being alive.”
― Amo Jones, Malum: Part 1