Lærke

“Lesa’s eyes flicked up behind me and widened. “Wow. Now that’s even more unexpected.”
Something smelled sweet and familiar. Confused, I twisted around. A single rose in full bloom, a vibrant red, brushed against the tip of my nose. Tan fingers held the green stem. My eyes lifted.
Daemon stood there, his eyes glittering like green tinsel. He patted me on the nose with the rose again. “Good morning.”
Dumbfounded, I stared at him.
“This is for you,” he added when I didn’t say anything.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“I pretty much ran from the front of the bookstore to the new release section and that was all.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“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

“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