Rie

“Where would he go?” Liam asked as he led them through the hallways, looking for a back exit.
“You’re asking us to think like Ty?” Owen snorted. “I don’t think that’s possible; my brain isn’t powered by squirrels on treadmills.”
― Abigail Roux, Touch & Geaux

“Nick pressed a finger onto the table. “Would you bust him out of prison?”
“No,” Zane answered immediately.
Nick sat back, eyebrows climbing high. “No?”
“No,” Zane said again. He poured another glass, gritting his teeth. “I wouldn’t let him make it to a cell.”
“How is that not enough?”
― Abigail Roux, Touch & Geaux

“I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but….” There was an uneven touch in Quentin’s hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. “You’re the only thing I’ve wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we’ve done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before
our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted
was you.”
― Amy Lane, Gambling Men

“I’m a real bastard without him,” Jace apologized, and Nick
gulped some water and nodded.
“Yeah, I hear that. Why?”
Jace looked at him in outrage because the question was… was
self-explanatory. “Because! Because he’s… he’s Quent!”
― Amy Lane, Gambling Men