Take a Hint, Dani Brown (The Brown Sisters, #2)

by Talia Hibbert

“I wish I could carry you around all the time. You do wonders for my mood.”

Precious, she was so fucking precious. The look in her eyes, a tentative, self-conscious pleasure, made him want to grab her and kiss her and never let go.

He turned his head on the pillow, met her soft, tired eyes. Felt a punch of dizzying warmth, a soul-deep possessiveness, a tender pleasure that made him want to smile. And he’d thought this was a crush. He’d thought this was a crush. Seriously. Intelligence of a fucking rock.

She was a person, not a doll or a character in a book,

love it when books do this

And Zaf knew. He knew, once and for all, that he loved her. So hard and so hopelessly that he couldn’t deny it, couldn’t fight it, couldn’t hide from it for another fucking second. He loved her intelligence and her ambition, her crystals and her sticky notes, her charming smiles and her dreamy ones. He loved the way she thought in straight lines and facts but believed in magic to honor someone she’d lost. He loved her chameleon curls and her passionate speeches and her awkward unfamiliarity with her own emotions. He just—he loved her.

Major or minor, if something keeps you human when pressure makes you feel like a volcano, hold on to that thing by whatever means necessary.”

The words seemed to stroke over him, sink into him, surrounding him with a shimmering, starlight happiness he’d never known before. She loved him, she loved him, she loved him, and he felt like he could fly.