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“In my fantasies, you allow me to keep an eye on you.” I feel his lips at my temple. “And when I really let go, I imagine that you let me take care of you, too.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“You’re just…” He buried his face in my neck, pressing his lips there. “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such an asshole at the beginning.” I chuckled and threaded my fingers through his hair, damp from a recent shower. “Sorry I was so annoying.” “You weren’t.” His voice was muffled against my neck. “I just hate everyone.” He was silent for a moment, before he croaked, “I don’t hate you.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“The friends they’d made were what mattered in the end. Not the enemies. Through love, all is possible.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow