Brooke

“Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules?
Clara: Because I love you.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Tuck," I breathe, and then he kisses me.

I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face.”
― Cynthia Hand

“Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Hey, Carrots," he says.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly