Iqlima

“How is it possible that it feels like you are breaking my heart, and I haven’t even had you yet?”
― Elena Armas, The Spanish Love Deception

“Catalina.” There it was again. Not Lina. Catalina. “I’m glad I didn’t kiss you.” Something halted in my chest. “Why?” The word was nothing more than a shaky whisper. “Because when I finally take those lips in mine, it will be the furthest thing from pretending. I will not be showing you what it would be like if you were mine. I’ll show you what it is. And I sure as hell won’t be showing how good I could make you feel if you called me yours. You’ll already know that I am.” He paused, and I swore I could see the restraint in his posture. As if he was stopping himself from pouncing and returning us to our former position, right against the hard surface of the wardrobe door. “When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real.”
― Elena Armas, The Spanish Love Deception

“If you get any more perfect, I’m going to believe you were made just for me.”
― Elena Armas, The Spanish Love Deception

“Because it was all you were willing to give me. And I’d rather have you hating me than not have you at all.”
― Elena Armas, The Spanish Love Deception