Julia

“I turn over prop my head in my hand and watch Tristan sleep. His bar back is uncovered with the sheets raped around his waist. He is clearly a blanket stealer; his sand-colored hair is a wild mess. I like it that way.
“what are you doing” I can barely understand him with his face barred in the pillow
“oh, nothing I have decided to become your creepy stocker, that’s all. I barred your old one out back, hope you don’t mind” I say deadpan.
Tristan grumbles something and turns his head towards me “someone woke up in a weirdo mood” he says.
I widen my eyes and give him the creepiest smile I can manage without a mirror. “you have a squishy face and I shall call you squishy face and you shall be mine.” Tristan bursts out laughing before he smacks me with a pillow right in my face.”
― Lane Whitt, Finding My Pack

“You start tomorrow and you’ll be shelving for us to start with, so there’ll be plenty of time for fondling spines and sniffing pages then,”
― Kathryn Moon, Written

“I miss parts of it. I don't miss the actual place. That's never as good as you remember it.”
― Ashley Poston, Geekerella

“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble."
"Ditto."
"I wanted to drag you between the shelves, fuck you senseless, and send you home."
"If you'd done that, I never would have left."
"You're still here anyway."
"You don't have to sound so sour about it."
"You're upsetting my entire existence."
"Fine, I'll leave."
"Try and I'll chain you up.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever