Watch Me (Shatter Me: The New Republic #1)

by Tahereh Mafi

“Because she’s been saying your name in her dreams.” A shock of pleasure moves through me. Automatic endorphin rush. “What? Really?” “No.” “Wow, okay, fuck you.” Warner actually smiles.

“If you want popcorn, all you have to do is ask.” “I shouldn’t have to ask,” Warner counters icily. “You’re supposed to offer.”