Leena

“Lo: “How much did it hurt?”
Ryke: “Did what hurt?”
Lo: “Watching her with other guys.”
Ryke: “It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire.”
― Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower

“I was waiting for the sun to chase me,” he breathes, drawing me to his chest. In one swift movement, my lips are on his. The world is spinning. He kisses me like this is the moment he’s envisioned all his life. Like this is heaven on Earth.
For me, it is. A blissful moment before something that could be the end. The rush before the fear. He whispers, “I fucking love you.”
I smile, my lips tingling. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I love you more than chocolate cake.”
― Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower

“Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You

“You’re my favorite four-letter word.” -Daisy to Ryke”
― Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower