Charlie

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s not easy. Being loved by me.” I bite my bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You’re wrong.” I know he loves me, but it’s different when he says it. That he’s reached the point where he can utter those three little words means more than the sentiment itself. “Being loved by you is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“Ilian, nothing’s ever obvious, even when someone says something. People are complex creatures who think things will work out if they don’t communicate properly—despite evidence showing the contrary every time.”
― Wendi Gogh, Inked by the Ithaqua

“I dialed the 9 and the 1. Maybe that was a bit paranoid, but I preferred to think of it as prepared.

After all, while I was only half-white, I was definitely doing the thing in horror movies where Caucasian women inexplicably went toward the danger instead of away from it.”
― Roxie Ray, The Healer and The Wolf: Part One

“Oh, fuck you.” “You just did that,” I say dryly, acting as if him being locked to me isn't a big deal. Just as casual as a coffee date. “And you fucking loved it.” He chuckles. “As much as I love swallowing glass.” I smile back sweetly. “Brat.” “Jackass.”
― Alisha Williams, The Knot Before Christmas