Miranda

“You’ve given some pretty convincing arguments, but you’re still a long way from winning me over.”

“I haven’t even really tried,” he said, in a rare moment of arrogance. “When I want to, I can be very persuasive.”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

His lips moved toward mine. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
― Richelle Mead, Foretold: 14 Tales of Prophecy and Prediction

“Say it."
"Say what?"
"Tell me what you told me earlier."
"I love you."
"That's all I ever need to hear."
"Those three words?"
"Always those three words.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“Look at the time." I tipped my chin toward the clock. "It's past midnight. It's January second. You lost."
For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. "No. I didn't lose. I still won.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx