Heather Conner

“A cell phone rings. I can feel the vibration through Brittany’s pants.
“It’s hers,” I say.
“Answer it,” Isa Instructs.
I already feel like I’ve kidnapped the girl. Now I’m gonna answer her cell? Shit. Rolling her a bit, I feel for the bulge in her back pocket.
“Contesta,” Isa whispers loudly, this time in Spanish.
“I am,” I hiss, my fingers clumsy as I fumble for the phone.
“I’ll do it,” Paco says, leaning over the seats and reaching toward Brittany’s ass.
I whack his hand away. “Get your hands off her.”
“Geez, man, I was just tryin’ to help.”
My response is a glare.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“How are you feeling?”
“Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled.
He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“You can’t spoil me, Maxon. I don’t want anything.”
We were nose to nose by then.
“Oh, I know. I don’t intend on giving you things. Well,” he amended,
“I do intend on giving you things, but that’s not what I mean. I’m going to love you more than any man has ever loved a woman, more than you ever dreamed you could be loved. I promise you that.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“Maxon, some of those marks are on your back so they wouldn’t be on mine, and I love you for them.”

He stopped breathing for a second. “What did you say?”

I smiled. “I love you.”

“One more time, please? I just—”

I took his face in both of my hands. “Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you.”

“And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you.”
― Kiera Cass, The One