Lauren Murdoch

“The waitress delivered me a plate of towering blueberry pancakes dripping in butter. The sweet scent of the fluffy goodness had my stomach rumbling in appreciation. I pushed back my tall glass of orange juice to make way for the food that was about to be introduced to my belly. I swirled my finger around in a giant pad of softening butter and brought it to my lips as the waitress handed Holt his own stack of pancakes plus a plate loaded with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. When she was gone, I reached for the syrup.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Holt said, leaning over the table and stabbing his fork in my direction.
I glanced dubiously at the fork. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He grinned. “You can’t just go around licking your fingers like that, Freckles. It makes a man forget he’s in a public place.”
I laughed and dug into my pancakes, shoving an unladylike bite into my mouth and then groaning as the sweetness slid over my tongue.
“There you go again,” he said, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Wasn’t last night and this morning enough for you?” I asked playfully.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
― Cambria Hebert, Torch

“Suffering is wisdom’s schoolteacher”
― Lauren Kate, Teardrop

“Romeo leaned forward and lifted my chin with his fingers. My eyes connected with his and this… this current went through the room. His fingers slid from beneath my chin and tucked the hair behind my ear. “You’re beautiful,” he said, a hint of surprise in his tone.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Nerd

“If I had to fight dirty to keep him, then I’d be the dirtiest motherfucker there ever was.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Rev