“He would use her. She would use him.
And one of us is going to win it all.”
―
And one of us is going to win it all.”
―
“Julian clicks his tongue. “What are you playing at?” “Nothing—” I give him a look. “Just taking my friend’s sister to an art gallery.” “Never mind that you’re in love with her, then?” he asks, eyebrows back up. “Yeah.” I sniff. “Never mind that.”
― Daisy Haites: The Great Undoing
― Daisy Haites: The Great Undoing
“You don't regret it?"
She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No."
"Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair."
"Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle.
"It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?"
She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?"
"Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?”
― Reckless
She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No."
"Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair."
"Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle.
"It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?"
She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?"
"Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?”
― Reckless
“Tell me you hate me, and I'll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.”
― Reckless
― Reckless
“Six flights up, I take the stairs two at a time, practically fucking hurl myself at the door as I bang on it. And then it opens and Julian motherfucking Haites fills the frame.”
― Magnolia Parks: Into the Dark
― Magnolia Parks: Into the Dark
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