Amanda

“His unabashed smile lit him up. “Oh my god, that was incredible.”
Water droplets slid down his cheeks. His eyelashes clumped together, forming starry spikes.
The simple joy on his face.
This time there was no force on earth that could stop me crowding into his space so I could kiss his smile.”
― Jax Calder, Playing Offside

“I miss you," he whispered, so softly it felt like an exhale.
I froze, unable to breathe or move, pinned there by the hint of desperation in his voice. If I hadn't watched his mouth move, I'd have assumed I imagined it.”
― Scarlett Drake, Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining

“I nodded, watching him now with the same sort of covetous look strangers often did. Everything about him drew me in. How he smelled, the sound of his voice, his laugh, the shape of his mouth. But mostly, it was always this: the way he had of looking at me. As though I was something he needed in order to breathe. Some vital commodity he would die without.”
― Scarlett Drake, Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining

“Do you hate me?" I asked.
He frowned and shifted forward, closer, and held open his arms. I went into them and let him hold me.
"You know I don't. Jude, sometimes you're so fucking childlike, it scares me a little." He said, "I think I hate the person who hurt you, but then I remember that he was a child too.”
― Scarlett Drake, Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining