Eva

“The clothes I stole from you don’t smell like you anymore.”

“…Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“A bad thing. A horrible, terrible, catastrophically bad thing. I miss you and it’s making me unsettled.”
― Hannah Grace, Icebreaker

“We’re only together because of a deal you made with my father. What’s it to you if my ex shows back up in my life? … Why do you care?”
“I don’t know!” The force of his reply stunned me into silence.
Dante’s granite mask cracked, revealing the torment underneath.
“I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice.
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose Control.”
Every word, every step brought him closer until my back pressed against the wall and the heat of his body enveloped mine.
“But I do.” His voice dropped, turning ragged. “With you.”
― Ana Huang, King of Wrath

“It’s not porn. It’s a romance book that happens to have a little bit of sex in it.”
― Hannah Grace, Icebreaker

“Who needed therapy when you could punch your friend in the face every week?”
― Ana Huang, King of Wrath