Madelynn Wingrove

“My, my." A feral grin spread across Cole's face. "Little brother must be a good kisser.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“They'd never fade, even in the afterlight of all of this”
― Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

“That is physically impossible," Chubs groused. "He'd be--"
"Actually," Liam began, "Cole once did try to--What?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Chubs said, "apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“I can't--I can't think about anything or anyone else," he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. "I can't think straight when you're around. I can't sleep. It feels like I can't breathe--I just--"
"Liam, please," I begged. "You're tired. You're barely over being sick. Let's just... Can we just go back to the others?"
"I love you." He turned toward me, that agonized expression still on his face. "I love you every second of everyday, and I don't understand why, or how to make it stop--"
He looked wild with pain; it pinned me in place, even before what he had said registered in my mind.
"I know it's wrong; I know it down to my damn bones. And I feel like I'm sick. I'm trying to be a good person, but I can't. I can't do this anymore.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade