For Real (Spires, #3)

by Alexis Hall

‘This flea is you and I, and this our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.’ Isn’t that way, way hotter than ‘eyes like suns, lips like cherries’?”

If it walks, talks, and quacks like a boyfriend, it’s a boyfriend, right?

I’d been living my life as if nothing had changed. But the promise of Toby had illuminated all my days, edging them with gold like the calligraphy of medieval monks.

So we put our arms around each other again. I lead and Laurie follows and Jasper sings, and there’s moonlight, and we dance and dance and dance until we fly and my heart is so zing, I can’t even.

this is basically my favourite bit from any book

Toby, my darling, I have gone to find you in a city with eight million inhabitants. If you’re reading this, please call me. I’m sorry.

And of everything that had ever been spoken or written about love, I couldn’t remember a single occasion on which it had been described as sensible.