Yolanda

“Your chivalry is noted, husband mine, and shall be thusly rewarded.”
He pulled me into a hug, his smile genuine now. And shamefully relieved. “I would’ve eaten it.”
“I should’ve let you.”
“And now all of you will go hungry,” Beau said.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Blood & Honey

“Do you want to kiss me?” His finger stilled on my waistband, and I nodded, breathless. I knew the next words before he spoke them. I reveled in them. “Show me.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Blood & Honey

“Embrace me, Lou,” he repeated my own words back to me, trailing feather-light kisses on my throat, catching my earlobe gently in his teeth. I gasped. Though his body pinned mine to the mattress, he was careful to support his weight with his elbows. I wished he wouldn’t. I wanted to feel him. All of him. “Embrace us.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Blood & Honey

“I exhaled in delight as they floated toward me, as they landed on my hair. “How are you . . . ?”
“You said it yourself.” Their glow reflected in his eyes. “Magic isn’t good or evil. It heeds those who summon it. When life is a choice between fighting or fleeing—every moment life or death—everything becomes a weapon. It doesn’t matter who holds them. Weapons harm. I’ve seen it. I’ve experienced it firsthand.”
He touched the dingy, floral paper on the walls, and the blooms exploded upward, outward, until he reached up to pluck one, tucking it behind my ear. The scent of winter jasmine filled the room. “But life is more than those moments, Lou. We’re more than those moments.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Blood & Honey