Ashleigh

“I just need to look at you.”
“Then keep looking, kiddo,” he said. My heart may have melted like a pat of butter on hot bread. “Because I’m looking at you. I don’t think I could ever stop.”
― Karina Halle, Dust to Dust

“Because God knows, if He ever took Celia from me, I'd burn the world down around us all”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“Mumbling some more, John made a speedy escape. Had he even said goodbye to Celia? Corrado wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything except for the look in her eyes as she leaned across the table toward him, her smile turning sinister. "Oh, we're close." "How close?" He hardly recognized his own voice, the demanding tone as the question forced its way from his lips. "Very close," she whispered seductively. "So very, very close." His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as his body instinctively seemed to follow her lead, moving toward her, his voice dangerously low. "You're lying." "Am I?" "You are," he insisted. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that pesky little boy hasn't gotten close to you. Tell me he hasn't… that he hasn't touched you. Tell me he hasn't—" "What if he has?" "I'll kill him." "Why?”
― J.M. Darhower, Made

“Don’t you get it, baby?”
“What’s there to get?” she asks.
“That I love you.”
“Well, you have a shitty way of showing it.
I smirk. “That doesn’t make it any less true.”
― Mary Elizabeth, Innocents