Barbara Bashore

“It’s nice to meet you, Oliver,” I say in a hushed tone. He doesn’t respond, but I see him smile down at the page of the book he’s back to reading. So I sit with him. This boy I barely know. In a setting that is all new. In a silence that is companionable. And I can’t remember the last time I felt so at peace.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Eyes

“She was trembling. Not with fear, not as she looked up at him. And it was only when Yrene settled her hand on his chest, not to push him away but to feel the raging, thunderous heartbeat beneath, that Chaol lowered his head and kissed her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn

“No. Bought it with my allowance. We just got back from the bookstore. It’s a gift.” I blink at the blue-eyed boy. And then back down at the book in my lap. People have given me gifts my entire life. Expensive gifts. Over-the-top gifts. But this… “This is my favorite gift I’ve ever received,” I tell him, my voice thick. His chin drops and he smiles shyly into his lap.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Eyes

“Lottie: I’m pretty sure this conversation made my year. Also, I can run by the pharmacy tomorrow if you need more cream for your rash. Huxley: If that’s how you want to play this, it’s on, Lottie. And remember, I’m relentless. Lottie: I think you’ve met your match, Huxley Cane.”
― Meghan Quinn, A Not So Meet Cute