Marla May

“Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say…wait, are you going to say it?” he asked, smiling down at me.
“Yes, yes I think so.” I grinned shyly back.
“Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?” he suggested.
“Count of three?” I asked. He nodded.
“One…” I started.
“Two…” he said, eyes twinkling.
“Three,” we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.
“Jack, I love you.”
“I know,” he said at the same time.
Ass…
“Ass!” I said, smacking him on the arm.
“That was great!” he laughed.”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“I know you love me, Jocelyn, because there’s no fucking way I can be this much in love with you, and not have you feel the same way. It’s not possible.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Ok, look. Whenever I hear people say that they felt ‘sparks,’ I usually think it’s a load of poo. I mean, I have felt attraction to people, sure, and I have even felt some instant lust. But sparks? Please... Then he touched my skin. Sparks. Sparks. Sparks. Hot sparks. Flashing sparks. Lightning bolt sparks. J esus, Mary, and Joseph sparks.”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“I feel like I'm missing something really important when you're gone. So important I don't feel like myself. I've never felt like someone was mine before. But you're mine, Jocelyn. I've known that from the moment we met. And I'm yours. I don't want to be anyone else's, babe.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street