Jack

“Simon looks over at me. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say.
“What?!” he shouts. He can’t hear a thing I’m saying over the wind and the engine and the classic rock.
“I hate this fucking car!” I shout back.

“The sun is burning me! I might actually catch fire, at any moment!” The wind is blowing Simon’s hair straight, and he’s squinting—from the sun and from all the smiling.
“What!” he shouts at me again.
“You’re so beautiful!” I shout back.
He turns the radio down, so now there’s just the wind and the engine noise to shout over.
“What’d you say?!”
“Nothing!”
― Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

“I can touch you less gently, but I won't love you less kindly.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Any Way the Wind Blows

“Go ahead and shoot me. This isn't my favourite shirt.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Wayward Son

“Can I?" He asks.
Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?”
― Rainbow Rowell, Wayward Son