Imagine Me (Shatter Me, #6)

by Tahereh Mafi

I inhale the rich, heady scent of his skin, the faint aroma of gardenias he somehow carries with him always.

He smells like flowers ?? Lol cute

Haider pulls a machete from somewhere inside the bloodied chain mail he’s wearing under his coat, and tosses it to Warner, who drops the machine gun and catches the blade by the hilt without even looking.

This kid is so cool bro

Warner blinks, confusion temporarily clearing his anger. And then, sharply: “I’m not hungry.” “That’s obviously bullshit.” I look him up and down. He looks good—he always looks good, the asshole—but

HES IN LOVE LIKE US LMAO