Sophia :)

“He's gotten a lemon flower tattooed over his heart.
"what do you tell people, when they ask about it?"
His shyness melted into a smile, warm and gooey like chocolate. "I tell them about a girl I fell in love with at the right place but the wrong time."
A knot lodged in my throat. "And what are you going to tell them now?"
"That we finally got the timing right/"
"A matter of time," I whispered.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“I never got over that," he murmured, breaking away just long enough for a breath.
I slid my hands up his chest. "What?"
"How well you kiss. Over the last seven years," he went on, resting his forehead against mine, "I went on so many dates, I kissed so many people, I tried to fall in love again and again, and all I could think about was you."
I wasn't sure what to say. "All seven years?"
"Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days. Not that I was counting," he added, because clearly he had been, and that made the butterflies in my stomach awfully happy. Seven years—seven whole years.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip