♥ Rebecca ♥

“I’m done tolerating insults toward you—that includes you, Lucien. Enough. You’re not washed-up, you’re not old or ruined. I don’t give a fuck if we never have kids. I don’t give a fuck if some toxic assholes stop associating with me over the choice of my mate. As you saw yourself, the acceptance of people you don’t respect means very little. You’re enough for me. More than enough.” He cradled Lucien’s face in his hands. “You’re all I want. All I see is you. If the rest of the world disappeared, I wouldn’t give a damn, as long as I have you.”
― Alessandra Hazard, Forbidden

“The truth was, the years between us mattered. Not—as I had thought—because of how other people would judge, but because while some of the bridges between us were instinctive and effortless, love and sex and faith, others had to be carefully built. And I’d failed not just to build them, but to notice they were needed.”
― Alexis Hall, For Real

“I unfold my notes and arrange them in order on my leg. I’ve read them under my breath a hundred times in the last couple of days to make sure I can say them aloud when the time comes. It starts with one clear sentence at the top, then breaks down into a flow chart of all the ways I thought the conversation might go and how I could answer. My heart’s pounding hard enough to make me feel dizzy, but I wrap my hand around the base of my throat like it’s the weight of my collar and dial the number I scrawled at the bottom of my notes.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“I’m probably gazing at him with the same wonder as the first day, when I thought that he was a literal angel surrounded in light. Except now I know better—he’s vain and childish and unstoppable. He sleeps too late and dances to Cascada and lives off cookies. He tamed me with microwave chicken nuggets and a stolen dog collar.
Fuck angels.
I’m pretty sure I love him. 
Shit.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs