Vox

“His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“I'm not afraid of you," she said.
She didn't look afraid of me. She looked beautiful, moonlit, tempting, smelling of peppermint and soap and skin. I'd spent eleven years watching the rest of my pack become animals, pushing down my instincts, controlling myself, fighting to stay human, fighting to do the right thing.
As if reading my thoughts, she said, "Can you tell me it's only the wolf in you that wants to kiss me?"
All of me wanted to kiss her hard enough to make me disappear.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver