Jordan

“Fiction is truth, even if it is not fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Stars, that hand gets cold,” Kai murmured. Rolling onto his back, he took the prosthetic hand in between both of his palms, warming it as he would warm icy fingers on a winter’s day. Cinder sat up and looked down at him. His eyes were still closed. He could have fallen asleep again, but for his palms rubbing over her metal hand. His shirt was rumpled, his hair tousled against the sheets.
“Kai?”
He grunted in response.
“I love you.”
A sleepy smile curved across his mouth. “I love you too.”
“Good.” Leaning over, she kissed him fast. “Because I’m taking the shower first.”
― Marissa Meyer, Stars Above

“Wolf had blue-checkered fabric tied around his waist.”
― Marissa Meyer, Stars Above

“Oliva Potts, you are a goddess," he rasped, kissing me again, harder. His hips ground into me and I could feel him pressing against me. His words melted me. I wound my hand into his curls, relishing the way they felt between my fingers. I kissed him back as relief poured through my body. I had been resisting the urge to kiss him for so long.”
― Jordan Strope, Shoot Your Shot