Sara Byrom

“You’re looking at me like you want to kiss me, Callum.” I chuckle, my thumb tucks itself against the corner of her mouth. “Am I?” “You are.” Her tongue darts out the tiniest bit, wetting her lips. “Maybe, yes.” She blinks up at me, long eyelashes brushing her cheeks. “Would you?” “Would I?” “Kiss me.” “May I?” She laughs, shaking her head. “It might help us get past two-word senten—” I cut her off when I slide my hand to the back of her neck and crash my mouth into hers.”
― Hannah Bonam-Young, Time Will Tell

“P.S. I’m selfishly thrilled to have been the only man to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day this year. If that didn’t make it clear”
― Hannah Bonam-Young, Time Will Tell

“Do. You. Still. Love. Me?” I enunciate every word and lean right into his space just to prove that I’m not intimidated by him. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me within inches of his face—close enough to kiss. “I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I wanted to keep talking to her, more than I’ve ever wanted to sleep.”
― Hannah Bonam-Young, Time Will Tell