Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)

by Marissa Meyer

She gripped his wrist. “Do you think you could ever love me back?” “Cress, this is sweet, but aren’t I the first guy you’ve ever met? Come on, up you go.” She turned her head away, dread pressing down on her. He didn’t believe her. He didn’t understand how intensely she felt. “Oh, spades and aces and stars.” He groaned. “You’re not crying again, are you?” “N-no.” She bit her lip. It wasn’t a lie. She certainly wanted to cry, but her eyes were all dried up. Thorne pulled a hand through his hair, knocking away a cloud of sand. “Yes,” he said firmly. “We are obviously soul mates. Now please, stand up.” “You’ve probably told lots of girls you loved them.” “Well, yeah, but I would have reconsidered if I’d known you were going to hold it against me.”