Hannah Thompson

“I will love you if I please. I will make you my altar, I’ll put you above everything else in this world, I’ll revel in every morsel you are made of. It’s simple—just tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll let you go. But I won’t accept anything else. I won’t accept your refusal on the make-believe grounds of our work.”
― Chloe Gong, Foul Heart Huntsman

“When did you get this?"
He looked down at the tattoo, and then sheepishly back at me. "About seven years ago, It's a bit faded now—"
"It's a lemon flower."
"Yes," he replied, looking up into my eyes, searching them. He'd gotten a lemon flower tattooed over his heart.
"What do you tell people, when they ask about it?"
His shyness melted into a smile, warm and gooey like chocolate. "I tell them about a girl I fell in love with at the right place but the wrong time."
A knot lodged in my throat. "And what are you going to tell them now?"
"That we finally got the timing right."
"A matter of time," I whispered.
"A matter of timing," he proposed.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.”
― Chloe Walsh, Taming 7

“I never got over that," he murmured, breaking away just long enough for a breath.
I slid my hands up his chest. "What?"
"How well you kiss. Over the last seven years," he went on, resting his forehead against mine, "I went on so many dates, I kissed so many people, I tried to fall in love again and again, and all I could think about was you."
I wasn't sure what to say. "All seven years?"
"Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days. Not that I was counting," he added, because clearly he had been, and that made the butterflies in my stomach awfully happy. Seven years—seven whole years.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip