Loving the Reaper (Silver Falls University #2)

by Lola King

He inhales, and I barely catch the words he breathes out. "Fuck it."

Live for a “fuck it” moment

"It breaks my heart that you see yourself so one-dimensionally," he rasps. "You're more than a reputation or a label. You're human, Peach. My favorite one, as it just so happens. Don't do this to yourself."

I love this wren

No one makes my heart beat. And I don't mean they make my heart skip a beat, or make my heart palpitate. I mean that when I'm not around you, I don't feel my fucking pulse, do you understand that? I feel dead unless I can hear your voice that’s always a little too loud and opinionated, unless I can see that little vein on your forehead when someone angers you."