Emily Moore

“Her arm brushes mine, her fingers trail over my elbow. She smiles, small. Pauses like she might say something, maybe ask me to dance. I don’t want to dance at all but I want her to ask me more than I want to take my next breath. I want the excuse of the dance floor to feel her against me. I watch her as she bounces all the way to the center of the crowd. My stomach pulls itself apart.”
― Ruby Barrett, The Friendship Study

“At some point, I should probably tell her that my love language is whichever one she wants it to be so she can stop guessing. I’ll make sure that girl feels loved however she needs.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move

“There’s so many people here already,” I whisper, then repeat myself when he can’t hear me. He laughs. George smells certifiably flammable and it’s not even eight o’clock. “What did you expect? A party for millennials has to start early so everyone can go to bed early.”
― Ruby Barrett, The Friendship Study

“If you so much as lay a finger on her, I will torture you from here to eternity, so brutally that you will beg me to carve out your heart with my hands because that would be a kinder end. Don’t think I won’t commit to the task. I know how to persist.”
― Charissa Weaks, City of Ruin