Burning Daylight (Defying the Stars, #1)

by Emily McIntire

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” I purse my lips, thrown by the response. “That’s oddly profound.” He nods solemnly, his hand to his chest. “Winnie the Pooh said that.” “Of course he did.” I laugh. “Leave it to a stuffed bear to make you sound enlightened.” “There it is.” He grins. “That mean streak of yours. Still incredibly hot, by the way.”

she’s been the only thing that’s made me feel something other than the heaviness of my life in years.

“There’s no world that exists where I wouldn’t see you.”

“I only give a fuck about you.”

but he’s pinned me in place, and I don’t think I could

“That sketchbook’s the east,” he whispers. “And you, Juliette, are the sun.”

“I wish we could be more, Roman.” “We are more, Juliette.”

“Because I’m tired of pretending like I don’t feel you in everything I do.”

“Love doesn’t survive in the dark, Juliette. It demands for you to step into the light.” She looks at me, her eyes sharp.

“You don’t get it, do you?” He pulls out just enough to torture me. “I’ve always been yours. The moment I met you, I was ruined.”

“I love you like I was made to love you. Like I came into this world just so you could carve out my heart and leave yourself inside it.”