Sabah

“When I am dead, I hope it may be said: "His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”
― Hilaire Belloc

“Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there.”
― Lani Lynn Vale, Center Mass

“We've hit the hot guy motherlode.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“I’m not what you want.” The words came out strangled because a lump had formed in Maia’s throat.
Jack’s brows drew together in a frown. “What the fuck, Maia?”
She cleared her throat and sipped on her wine before continuing, “I’m not what you want. You want a quiet life. The white picket fence. The woman who’s safe at home. That’s what you want.”
Jack looked at her steadily, his expression inscrutable. “You’re right,” he said, and Maia felt her heart break a little. “That’s what I want. I want to take care of my woman, I want that quiet life.” Jack leaned closer and cupped Maia’s face gently with one hand, using his thumb to tip her chin up to him. “Babe, that’s what I want, but you are what I need.”
― Victoria Paige, Fire and Ice