Asli

“Who are you, Zane?"
Zane cocked his head. "I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle."
Ty began to laugh.
Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "And I'm yours.”
― Abigail Roux, Touch & Geaux

“I feel like I don’t know myself anymore. I want you here, like this, bound to me the way you have been. But I also want to run away to the mountains with you and never come back. I want to be in control, because it’s the only way I feel safe, but I’m tired of wanting it. I want to tell you I’m ready to try something different, but it terrifies me more than I can say. I’m afraid it’ll all go wrong. I’ve been doing this for so long, I have no idea how to be anything other than what I am. But right now, what I am doesn’t fit.

He shook his head, frustrated at his inability to capture it all.

I can’t explain it. It doesn’t make any sense, even to me. I feel like I’ve been living somebody else’s life, and I don’t know what my own life is supposed to be.”
― Marie Sexton, Terms of Service

“Right. Put Some coffee on while I think about this. I'm in dire need"
Merrick gave him a look. "You can't work the stove, can you?"
"I'm the eighth Earl Crane and the twelfth Viscount Fortunegate. I don't have to work the stove."
"Two extra names and you can't lift your arms any more. Bloody lucky they didn't make you a duke too or you'd forget how to brush your own teeth.”
― K.J. Charles, Flight of Magpies

“Kiss me, Ilya wanted to say. Kiss me and hold me in front of all these people. Pull me onstage and do it. I don’t care anymore. Please. I’m dying. “Nothing,” Ilya said, and stepped away. “Nothing.”
― Rachel Reid, The Long Game