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“There will be Christmas carols. Socialization. I wanted to spare you.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m already dead, Harriet. One night of socialization is hardly an inconvenience.”

‘Maybe I don’t fit anywhere. Maybe I’m not supposed to.
Maybe my best bet is a ghost with a guilt complex.’

‘The entirety of my existence, I’ve been urging time to pass. Now I desperately want it to slow down.’

“I could spend an eternity studying you and still not know what you might do next. You give so much of yourself, so freely. You’re…wild with your attention. Miraculous. I’ve seen so many lives, Harriet, but I’ve never seen someone live like you.”

‘Kiss me as much as you can, I beg in my head. Kiss me until I can’t possibly forget you.’

“You’re the first thing in a hundred years to make me feel anything at all, Harriet York, and I don’t think that’s an accident.”

‘“You can’t buy my forgiveness with overpriced holiday drinks.”
That’s a lie. My forgiveness can absolutely be bought with overpriced holiday drinks, especially if he remembered to get whipped cream on top.’

‘I don’t move. Neither does she. It’s the two of us pressed together in the dark. I’m standing at the edge of a choice, temptation tugging at me.’

‘I didn’t tell her to change because I was worried she’d be cold. I told her to change because if I had to watch the tiny strap of her camisole drift over her shoulder one more time, I was going to put my fist through a wall.’

‘If I were feeling calmer, I’d be delighted by the way he says cuppa. As it is, I’m trying to convince myself I’m not about to be murdered.
Again.’