Costance Rowan

“Cookie?" he offered, holding a cookie full of chocolate chips.
Upset tummy or not, there was no way I could refuse that. "Sure."
His lips tipped up one side and he leaned toward me, his mouth inches from mine. "Come and get it."
Come and get...? Daemon placed half the cookie between those full, totally kissable lips.
Oh, holy alien babies everywhere...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“Gideon mi lasciò, si alzò e si avvicinò a Mr Whitman. «Dovrò ammanettarlo» disse con un sospiro. «E poi bisogna fasciare la ferita del dottor White.»
«Sì, e poi dobbiamo liberare gli altri dalla stanza del cronografo»aggiunsi. «Ma prima sarà meglio mettersi d'accordo sulla storia da raccontare.»
«E prima ancora devo assolutamente baciarti» concluse Gideon abbracciandomi di nuovo.”
― Kerstin Gier

“Reece’s face loomed over me. “Pepper? Pepper?”
He sounded so panicked. I wanted to tell him everything was going to be all right. That I was fine. I wanted to thank him for coming, for giving me the strength to keep going, to keep fighting.
I wanted to say all these things. All these things and more. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t catch my breath. My hand drifted to my chest, as though I could find some switch there to help open up my oxygen-starved lungs.
There was no switch.
I wheezed, terrible little sounds escaping my lips as I struggled for more air. Spots danced before my eyes, and I hated that most of all. The edges of my vision grayed. I could barely see Reece anymore. My gaze strained, as if struggling to memorize his face. Overheated and marred with soot, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I could hear him, though, screaming my name again and again. Could feel him. His hands on my arms, my face.
My vision went dark, and just before that darkness rolled in on my mind, I got out two words. Just two words. But they were good ones. I hoped he heard them.
“Love. You.”
― Sophie Jordan

“No one is like you, Alex."
I grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"It is." He nudged me again, and my grin gew into another ludicrous smile- the kind Caleb gave Olivia when they weren't tearing each other's heads off. "You're incredibly intelligent, Alex. Funny and..."
"Pretty?"
"No, not pretty."
"Cute?"
"No."
I frowned. "Well, then."
Aiden's laugh sent shivers through me. "I was going to say 'stunning.' You're stunningly beautiful.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Pure