Breathless (The Blue Fire Saga, #1)

by Scott Prussing

The day broke gray and dull. The sun was only a rumor, hidden behind a thick, glowering blanket of low clouds.

I love the description in this sentence.

“Don’t be shy” was easier said than done.

So true.

“Oh, I see,” Leesa said, though she was unsure exactly what “rule seventeen” meant. Maybe it was just another one of those things most girls knew that she was clueless about.

Relatable

“Well, if you don’t know what you’re missing, how can you miss it?” Caitlin joked. They all laughed.

Led Zeppelin was singing about some lady who was sure all that glittered was gold

“Well, that trumps everything,” Uncle Roger chuckled. “As long as he’s really cute.”

lol

This is just what she needed—another incomprehensible thing to wrap her already overflowing brain around.

How long it lasted, she had no idea—minutes, hours, days perhaps—but when Rave finally pulled his mouth away she felt drained yet energized, lost but found, sated but wanting. And desperately, irrevocably, and joyously in love.

The best description of a kiss I've read by far.