Megan

“I was thinking,” he murmurs. “There’s a billion different versions of you out there, in a trillion different universes. And I still can’t get over how lucky I am that, out of all of those versions, you’re the one that’s mine.”
― Amie Kaufman, Obsidio

“It’s a cheese bouquet,” he says. I look closer. Salami rolled to look like roses; blocks of cheese shaped like tulips; rosemary for greenery stems. It really is a goddamn cheese bouquet. “Well,” he continues as I stare, “cheese and charcuterie, because they make pretty good-looking fake flowers.”
― Ali Rosen, Merry and Bright

“He shook his head. “I’m not gonna run. Why would I run? I like that you need something, it gives me something to do for you.” He looked at her earnestly. “I like doing things for you.” She stared at him. Then she marched back over, muttered, “Fuck patterns,” and threw her arms around him and kissed him. He looked stunned for a split second, then he kissed her back. Really kissed her back. They were full-on making out on the lawn. They were a very, very odd couple.”
― Abby Jimenez, The Fall Risk

“Laugher erupted from Lark’s mouth. From the very depths of her soul. Pink-faced, clutching-her-sides, wiping-the-mirth-from-her-eyes-level laughter. Okay. It looked like I got lost on the way to the Winter Olympics…in 1978. I tugged at the spandex riding up my ass, and she wolf-whistled in response.”
― Ivy Fairbanks, Morbidly Yours