Khloe Walker

“You are slightly stuck with him for...' He makes a face. 'Well, forever.'

'Or until one of us dies,' I joke, but it falls flat...”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You're still looking.'
...
'You make it hard to look away.'
...
'I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you're fucking me with your eyes. That's not playing fair.'
...
'Told you to stop staring.'
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'If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I'd drop down to my knees, undo those flight leathers you're wearing, and wrap my lips around-'

Xaden chokes.

Every head in the dining hall turns his way, and Garrick pounds on his back until Xaden waves him off, taking a drink of his water.

I grin, which earns me about six looks of confusion from our table and one set of rolled eyes from Liam.

'You're going to be the death of me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You love me, and-'

'Loved,' I correct him, sidestepping so I can get some fucking space and then taking it.

'Love!' he shouts, stopping me in my tracks and earning us a glance from every rider within hearing distance. 'You love me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing