Em

“When you find me again, we will have that night. I don’t care where, or who is around.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and said onto her rain-slick skin, “You are my Fireheart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Why do you smell so good?” he asks, still smiling as he avoids my question. He leans in again, leaves light kisses along my jawline, under my chin. “It’s making me crazy.” “I’ve been stealing your soaps,” I tell him. He raises his eyebrows at me. “Sorry.” I feel myself blush. “Don’t feel bad,” he says, serious so suddenly. “You can have anything of mine you want. You can have all of it.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Her horror achieved new depths as she realized she’d been staring at his mouth, fingers still in her tin of salve. “I’m sorry,” she said, wondering whether she should throw herself from the tower and end her humiliation.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass