Mari

“You don’t have to be worried, okay? You don’t have to be scared.” His voice is twinkling again. “I’m not flirting with you.”
Embarrassment sweeps through me. Flirting. A dirty word. He thinks I think he’s flirting. “I’m not—I don’t think you were—I would never think that you—” The words collide in my mouth, and now I know there’s no amount of darkness that can cover the rush of red to my face.
He cocks his head to the side. “Are you flirting with me, then?”
“What? No,” I splutter. My mind is spinning blindly in a panic, and I realize I don’t even know what flirting is. I just know about it from textbooks; I just know that it’s bad. Is it possible to flirt without knowing you’re flirting? Is he flirting? My left eye goes full flutter.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Taryn, are you even listening to me?
“I pretended to, so let that be enough”
― Suzanne Wright, Feral Sins

“You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“I want you to keep them open...because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless