Icebound (Boundless Players, #1)

by Meredith Trapp

I like that tattoos are an outward sign of a person’s soul.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” I whisper, stroking her hair. She shifts a little, but her eyes stay closed. “Don’t have sweet dreams. Have wild ones.”

I keep my group of friends small so I can give more to the people who matter the most.

Love is made with little moments, and we have enough to build a castle.

“This is everything. You’re everything to me because you somehow became my best friend, and I don’t want to say goodbye to you.”