Nguyễn Thị

“Who are you, Zane?"
Zane cocked his head. "I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle."
Ty began to laugh.
Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "And I'm yours.”
― Abigail Roux, Touch & Geaux

“No, thanks," Ty responded wryly. "I prefer not to be a moron."
"I'm flattered. I've moved up from idiot to moron," Zane said. "And you have moved from utterly reprehensible asshole to only moderately annoying asshole.”
― Abigail Roux, Cut & Run

“Walk it off, man" he suggested with a smirk as he began leading him by the elbow out of the chaos of the stacks and toward the hallway.
"Bastard, " Zane hissed.[]You'd probably say that if I lost a leg."
"Nah," Ty scoffed as they got out into the hall. []"I'd probably say hop it off," he corrected with a barely restrained snicker.”
― Abigail Roux, Cut & Run

“I didn’t care about anybody, even myself. And when I did….” Zane’s jaw clenched, and he kept his eyes focused on the window. Anything but on the man sitting across from him. “I let him walk away”
― Abigail Roux, Cut & Run