Brina

“Who… who…?” he stuttered, another sign of how furious he was. Ivan never stuttered. Never faltered. And even his neck was going red. He gave the papers another shake. “Who did this?” I swallowed. “Who sent this shit to you?”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“You’ll always be the hardest working person I’ve ever known. There will only ever be you.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“I love the way you smile,’ he said with a dreamy sleepy expression. “I want to tell you to do it more often, but I don’t.”

I took in every inch of that flawless face. “Why?”

He didn’t even have his eyes open as he responded. “Because you don’t give it to everyone.” His cheek rested against mine, that sweaty chest did the same as he said, “And I don’t plan on sharing you.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“Something warm touched my mouth later, and I’d swear I heard, “Drink it, baby,” whispered to me. And I drank it all. Whatever the hell it was.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love