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“He'd loved Lily so deeply that it changed his biology. Standing here now, it seemed his love for her hadn't gone away, it had just been vacuum-sealed and stored. Back in her presence, the physical memory of his infatuation was released in a deluge, gasping to life, and adrenaline flooded his bloodstream.”
― Christina Lauren, Something Wilder

“I changed my mind.”

“You changed—”

“My. Mind.” I stopped short and faced him, placing my hands on my hips. “It’s like underpants, Jethro.”

“Dirty and dark?” He smirked.

“No.” I scowled at his facial expression. “A mind is like underpants because people change them all the time.”

“But you don’t.”

“I do change my underpants all the time, Jethro. And, for the record, I think it’s mighty rude of you to assume I don’t.”

He almost rolled his eyes, but caught the urge. “I meant your mind, Cletus. You don’t change your mind.”
― Penny Reid, Beard Science

“From the very start, you had all the power. From the very start, I was in the palm of your hand.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“A minute later she's asleep. The entire universe is here, in his arms.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“Scarlett. I can’t be without you. And for the first time in my life, I don’t care. I think of you all the time, and I want to make plans with you, I want to talk about the future, and I’m fucking happy about it—”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“Scarlett.” His fingers come up to my chin. Grab it gently, but tight. “The only time wasted is time we are apart.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“It takes him a while to answer. When he does, he’s not looking at me. “Because sometimes I can’t breathe when you’re around.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“Stay home for long weekends and have morally bankrupt amounts of sex with someone I’m in love with. Kinky, vanilla, I want it all. I want to adopt rescue animals with her. I want to take care of her, and watch her be cold in Sweden, and marvel every day at how much smarter than me she is, and . . . Scarlett.” His thumb swipes under my eye. “Why are you crying?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“His renamed contact reads 'Lukas Scarlett'.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“If you decide to go for it, I think it should be me.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“but the way he looked at you . . . I don’t think he’s ever wanted anything or anyone the way he wants you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“You know," he says against my lips, "I wanted to be righteously angry at you. I told myself I wouldn't be with you until you were ready to be honest." I don't ask about what. That would be supremely dishonest. "But I'm just so fucking happy to see you, Scarlett. I can't be mad at you, when every time I think about you, I am reminded that you exist.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“You think, but you don’t know. You don’t know anything about what it’s like to find your other half, I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“My smell. Do I smell like…?”
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Some nights, when he’s walking past her door, he has to whisper to himself: “Keep going.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Of all the good things I’ve felt in my fucking life, you are the best.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Honey,” I ask, lowering my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, “are we rich?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“That was a badass speech, Misery.”

“Badass is my middle name.”

“Your middle name is Lyn.”

Shit. “Stop reading my file.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Her presence soothes him more than a full-moon run.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“The scent is growing into more than just a problem. It invades. It swirls. It travels. It sticks to his nose. It concentrates, sometimes. They rarely touch. When they did, her wrist accidentally brushed against the front of his shirt, and he found himself tearing off the piece of fabric where her smell was most intense. He slipped it in his pocket, and now carries it everywhere. Even as he leaves to avoid her.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“You should punish her.” I snort out a laugh. “Yes, Lowe. Spank me and take away my TV privileges.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“That there is no world, no scenario, no reality in which I'll gracefully allow you to leave me. That if I don't let you go now, five years, five months, five days down the line, I won't be able to. Every second, I want you too much, and every second, I'm on the verge of wanting you more. Every second is my last chance to do the decent thing. To let you live your life without taking up all of it-”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Above all, I won’t take her freedom. Not when so many others have already done so.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“You need to be told the right things.” He shrugs casually, but the movement feels the opposite of casual. “That you’re intelligent, and incredibly skilled at what you do, and brave. That despite your weird belief that you’re heartless, you’re more genuinely caring than anyone I’ve ever met. That you’re so resilient, I can’t quite wrap my head around it. That you’re very . . .” He pauses. Wets his lips. My heartbeat skips. “Very beautiful to look at. Always so beautiful. And that—”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Of all the good things.” He grasps my hips as I roll them into his. “Of all the good things I’ve felt in my fucking life, you are the best.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“You know what makes Alphas good leaders?” he asks without looking up. “No clue.” He huffs out a laugh. “Neither do I. But at times, there are decisions that feel right, deep in the marrow of my bones.” He wets his lips. “You are one of them.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Am I? Under your protection?” “You’re my wife.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“She’s not like he imagined. She’s more, in every possible way.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“You,” he says, voice deep, almost too low to hear. “How the fuck do you smell like this?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride