Tessa

“I said we’re cool,” I repeat, but I misjudged the distance between my lips and Summer’s ear. The two collide, and I feel a shiver run up her frame. I shiver too, because my mouth is way too close to hers. She smells like heaven, some fascinating combo of flowers and jasmine and vanilla and—sandalwood, maybe? A man could get high on that fragrance. And don’t get me started on her dress. White, strapless, short. So short it barely grazes her lower thighs. God fucking help me. I quickly straighten up before I do something stupid, like kiss her. Instead, I take a huge gulp of my beer. Only it goes down the wrong pipe, and I start coughing like it’s the eighteenth century and I’m a tuberculosis patient. Smooth move.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Chase

“A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for. —John A. Shedd”
― Adam Silvera, They Both Die at the End

“What was magical at two in the morning was tawdry and cheap and dangerous to your health at two in the afternoon.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Space Opera

“Wind is the most skilled hairdresser! Find a windy weather and let your hair be shaped creatively!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan