The Selection (The Selection, #1)

by Kiera Cass

“Maxon, I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”

In that moment, it felt like we had a connection, something true and deep.

Something kind of knotted in my stomach.

“the reason she was asked to leave is because she said some rather unkind things about you. The prince did not agree and dismissed her immediately.”

“If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.”

Maxon lowered his lips to mine and gave me the faintest whisper of a kiss. Something about the tentativeness of it made me feel beautiful. Without a word, I could understand how excited he was to have this moment, but then afraid at the same time. And deeper than any of that, I sensed that he adored me.

All I saw was that Maxon wore a handsome, awestruck expression, which slowly turned into a smile, a smile for no one but me.