Lærke

“You really have a thing for books." When I didn't respond, he closed the the laptop without touching it. "It's cute.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Nah, books were more important than the Arum.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“Tipping my head back, I looked into his bottle-green eyes. This…this was more than okay. And it took me several tries to speak, because my throat was burning with emotion. “I think I might love you.”
Daemon’s arm tightened around me as he kissed my flushed cheek. “Told you.”
Not what I expected as a response.
He chuckled, rolling onto his side—onto me, really. “My bet—I won. I told you that you’d tell me you loved me on New Year’s Day.”
Looping my arms around his neck, I shook my head. “No. You lost.”
Daemon frowned. “How do you figure?”
“Look at the time.” I tipped my chin toward the clock. “It’s past midnight. It’s January second. You lost.”
For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county, and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. “No. I didn’t lose. I still won.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn’t working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love. Who was I kidding? I sort of loved all that angst.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx