Ronelle

“What?" She burrowed closer, tucking her fingers against the collar of my shirt.
Throwing my arm around her waist, I took what felt like the first real breath in weeks. "If I had a Mogwai, I'd totally feed it after midnight. That Mohawk gremlin was a badass."
She laughed again, the sound tinkling inside me, and I felt about a thousand pounds lighter. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" she said. "You'd totally bond with the gremlin."
"What can I say? It's my sparkling personality.”
― Jennifer l. Armentrout

“It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.”
― R.L. LaFevers, Dark Triumph

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“What does that mean?” …
He looks confused. “I’m not sure. But I think it’s the same as being my friend, but I get to make you come.”
― Tammy Falkner, Tall, Tatted and Tempting

“I've been locked in my own world for a really long time," he says. I have an excuse to keep people away, because of my disability. And then I saw your tattoo..." I turn his wrist over and trace my finger across it. He shudders at my touch, closing his eyes tightly. "And I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were locked in our own little worlds and could let each other out.”
― Tammy Falkner, Tall, Tatted and Tempting