Karen

“Mysig. Swedish adjective. Cozy. Warm. Soothing. The quality of sharing a comfortable moment with a person whose company one enjoys. “Mysig,” I whisper at my phone, like I’m the kind of person who has meaningful tête- à- têtes with fire hydrants. “Mysig,” I repeat with a small smile. I’m a mess. A failure. A ball of anxiety. All twisted. But also cozy.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“Stay home for long weekends and have morally bankrupt amounts of sex with someone I’m in love with. Kinky, vanilla, I want it all. I want to adopt rescue animals with her. I want to take care of her, and watch her be cold in Sweden, and marvel every day at how much smarter than me she is, and . . . Scarlett.” His thumb swipes under my eye. “Why are you crying?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“If you don’t think that I’m very aware of your presence, always, you have no idea what’s going on.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“You and I have an agreement, don't we? And that agreement says that until you say stop, I can do what I want with you. Even if it breaks you into pieces. Even if it makes you cry."

I nod.

"I love that you opened up to me," he says, pressing his mouth into the side of my head. I feel his inhale, and something sweet and thick drips inside me, warms me in my very core. "But they're sides of the same coin. I get to take you apart and split you open - but if anything else, anyone else makes you feel sad, upset, cracked, I also get to be the one who puts you back together. Until you say stop. You get it?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End