clair juers

“I follow behind her and watch as she takes a knife out of the butcher block and spins around, waving it wildly at me. “Let. Me. Leave.” Her voice is low and threatening, but it’s also trembling. “Put the knife down,” I plead. “I’ll put it down when I’m in the car.” I shake my head. “I can’t let you leave, Layla.” “You can’t make me stay!” she screams. “Why are you trying to make me stay?” She covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob, but she keeps the knife up, pointed in my direction. “Something is happening to us, Leeds. You’re going crazy. Or maybe it’s me, I don’t know, but it’s this house and we need to get out. Please.”
― Colleen Hoover, Layla

“Is it fair to assume this continued because you started to develop feelings for Willow?” I can’t even say yes out loud. Instead, I just nod.”
― Colleen Hoover, Layla

“Minutes feel like they matter more when they’re spent with her.”
― Colleen Hoover, Layla

“I look forward to these moments with Willow more than I look forward to time with Layla. What does that say about me?”
― Colleen Hoover, Layla