Sillylittlefishey

“Did you bake me a cake?” His blue eyes search mine before glancing at my lips.

“I poisoned it.” I give him an innocent smile, batting my lashes. Spending my afternoon baking him a cake just to shove it in his face was totally worth it.

Lifting his hand, he licks the icing off the ends of his tatted fingers. “Hmm. It’s delicious, angel. Poison and all.”
― Shantel Tessier, Chaotic

“I swear on our children’s lives”—I place a hand on my chest—“I did not shoot Ken Bryant with your gun.”
And it’s true.
I used Jesse’s gun.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Is this what it feels like?” he whispered so quietly that I leaned down. “What it feels like?” I asked. “Having a dad?” He tilted his head slightly. Words fled at the same rate every emotion assaulted me. His question flayed me open”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Last Letter

“You asked me if I had a life, and I said I was looking at it. You are what I’m looking at, angel. You’re who I see when I close my eyes at night, and you will be the last person I see before I leave this world. I’m going to spend every day I have left devoting my life to you because you are the one I want.”
― Shantel Tessier, Chaotic