Bree

“He stopped, resting his forehead on mine. “Kalista…” He sighed, cupping one side of my face. We remained like that, close to each other, waiting for our bated breaths to steady for countless minutes. Our lips warm and puffy from our kiss.
He looked at me. “Your lips taste better than I imagined, like cherry,” he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.
He’d imagined our kiss. “That’s because of my cherry chapstick,” I smiled.
He pulled me closer, looking down at my lips. “I doubt it,” he whispered in a low voice.”
― Tatiana Vila

“Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?"
"If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Marry me, he says. I got all my own teeth, I wash twice a year an I'll cut you in fer half the business here.”
― Moira Young, Blood Red Road