Abby

“He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.”
― Josh Lanyon, The Dark Tide

“You were the first in every way that counted.”
― Josh Lanyon, The Dark Tide

“Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.”
― Josh Lanyon, Perfect Day

“How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.”
― Josh Lanyon, Perfect Day