Heather Nicholson

“Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him.

He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. "You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Tink is freeeeee!"

Ren looked at me. "What the actual f**k?"
I sighed. "He's obsessed with Harry Potter. I'm sorry."

Tink darted back into the room, holding the scarf to his bare chest. "There is no reason to apologize when it comes to Harry Potter."
"You do remember what happened to Dobby, right?" I said.

"S**t." Tink's eyes widened and he dropped the scarf.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wicked

“Didn’t need to see your aura.” He tapped my forehead. “You get a cute little frown there when
you’ve got something bothering you.”
“Not everything about me is cute.”
“That’s true. Some things are cute. The rest are sexy.” His voice was low as he leaned toward
me. “So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it’s a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever think
about is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feel
when I—”
“Adrian,” I interrupted.
His eyes smoldered. “Yes?”
“Shut up.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“That," he mused, "was the best non-sex ever.”
― Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound

“What is it with you and girls, Adrian, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It's always an extreme."
"Because I don't do things in halves, mom. Especially when it comes to love.”
― Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows