Dance of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

“Do you suppose,” he finally whispered, “that this could be part of making … the best of it?” My breath fluttered faintly in my chest. There were a hundred things I should have said, but instead I answered, “I think it could be.”

im kicking my feet so hard right now

“Oh, how obsessed you are with your pretty neck.” His hands tightened on my wrists. He pulled me close, his teeth nipping at my neck and between kisses, he whispered, “It is not my neck I am obsessed with, Kazi of Brightmist.”

The yearning is so good

“Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you’ve infected me with a poison that I don’t want to flush out, because you’re a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows.”

I can’t promise you any tomorrows. And that was all I wanted.