Jess

“Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”
― H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline

“Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning. A”
― H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?” I can barely think.

“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.”
― H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline