Anja

“He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.”
“Shut up.”
“You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed.”
“Shut up, Holder.”
“You probably even…”
I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re way hotter when you aren’t speaking.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

“I returned from Boston and rallied my fellow librarians to defend the town,” Quinn replied, as if the answer should have been obvious. He offered me a small bow from his seat. “The librarians are at your disposal, Widdershins. We will fight to the last man.”
― Jordan L. Hawk, Maelstrom

“Don’t you know? Don’t you know how crazy I am about you?” My hands fist in his shirt and I stare into his eyes, blinking slowly. I guess I did know, but I never imagined he might say it. He cradles my neck in his hand, thumb stroking my nape. “I—I love you so much.” He says it quietly, but it’s like a bomb going off.”
― Roan Parrish, In the Middle of Somewhere

“It's a dungeon, Leila. They're Supposed to smell."
Mission accomplished. The stench might have actually killed my new appetite. If hell could fart, it would smell like this.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Twice Tempted