Marcus Mitchell

“His hands root me through the floor, the room stilling.
“Sorry. I just needed …”
His eyes search mine, thumbs still sweeping in that gentle rhythm. “A nap?” he teases softly, tentatively. “A fantasy novel? A competitively fast oil change?” The block of ice in my chest cracks.
“How do you do that?”
His brow furrows. “Do what?”
“Say the right thing.”
The corner of his mouth quirks. “No one thinks that.”
“I do.”
His lashes splay across his cheeks as his gaze drops.
“Maybe I just say the right thing for you.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“All those years spent thinking that I had superhuman self-control, and now I realize I just never put anything I wanted too badly in front of myself.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“I am all fists. I am all teeth. One day, you're going to remember that and it is going to hurt me so much more when you leave me...”
― Jodi McAlister, An Academic Affair

“The moral of this story is:

Beware the man who faces you unarmed.

If in his eyes you are not the target,

then you can be sure you are the weapon.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six