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“¨Happiness will stop feeling strange if we see it every day¨”
― Tahereh Mafi, Believe Me

“I never meant to hurt you," Grayson told her.
"I know," Gigi said simply.
She's not leaving. I haven't lost her. Grayson didn't ignore the emotions twisting in his gut and rising up inside him. For once in his life, he just let them come. "I like my sister," he told her.
This time, there was nothing pained about Gigi's smile. "I know.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Brothers Hawthorne

“Sometimes you have an idea of a person — about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real.”

He looked at me like the act of doing so was painful and sweet. “It was never just the idea of you, Avery.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Final Gambit

“Jacks-' Evangeline tried not to sound as if her heart was racing.

'Don't you want to hurt me anymore, Little Fox?' His finger reached out and lightly traced her exposed collarbone, setting every inch of her skin on fire. 'You can pick up the dagger any time now.'

But Evangeline couldn't pick up the dagger. She could barely manage to keep breathing. His hand was now at the hollow of her throat, careful and caressing. Jacks had touched her before- last night he'd held her while she'd slept, but he'd acted if that had been torture. His touch hadn't been warm, or curious.

Or maybe she was the one who was curious. She knew she shouldn't be. But hadn't she wondered what it would be like to be wanted with the intensity that Jacks seemed to want things?

His mouth curved wider as his hands moved from her throat to her shoulders and slowly slid the cape away, leaving more of her skin exposed.

'You should go back on the other side of the gate.' Her voice was hoarse.

'You're the one who said I needed a distraction.' HIs fingers drifted lower, trailing down her chest to the sensitive stretch of skin right above the lacy line of her corset. 'Isn't this better than talking?' One finger dipped all the way in to the corset.

Her breathing hitched. 'I don't think this is a good idea.'

'That's what makes it interesting.' His other hand found her jaw, while the finger in her corset gently stroked just above her heart, coaxing it to beat even faster.

'You can always pick up the blade,' he taunted. 'You wouldn't like me as a vampire, Little Fox.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart