S.A. Pavlik

“O-kay…where does one go to people-watch lovers?” “Places you’d go on a date. Movies, dinner, the park, the beach, the mall.” “Seriously?” he gaped incredulously. “If you were gonna ask someone out, you’d take them to the mall? Dude. Even I know that’s lame.” “Okay, but I’m not writing about only things I like. I want to write in a language everyone understands. Get it?” “But the mall?” I sighed in mock defeat. “Pretend you just landed a hot date with the guy or girl of your dreams. Where are you gonna go?” “Somewhere free. I’m on a tight budget.” “The mall is free.” “And boring,” he countered. “And what’s the point of going someplace where you can’t afford anything?” “You can window shop,” I suggested cheerily.”
― Lane Hayes, Starting from Zero

“I have no idea what love is, but you’re the person I want to be with all the fucking time.”
― Lane Hayes, Starting from Zero

“In an artistic sense, he wasn’t inspiration for a song; he was the silence in between the words. A gorgeous note followed by a poignant pause.”
― Lane Hayes, Starting from Zero

“think Lucas has been a bad influence on me. I’m turning into a hotel snob.” Rowe hissed at Noah, ducking his head down to his shoulders as if to protect himself. “Don’t say his name!” “Whose? Lucas?” Noah asked with a chuckle. “He’s like fucking Candyman.” “You’re ridiculous.” “Who’s Lucas?” JB said. “Come on! I’m serious. It’s like he can sense it,” Rowe said in a near whine.”
― Jocelynn Drake, Ignite