A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

But I met his stare as I clinked my glass against his, the crystal ringing clear and bright over the crashing sea far below, and said, “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”

AHHH

He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”

AHhhhh

To the dreams that are answered.

“Am I supposed to deny,” he drawled, but something sparked in those eyes, “that I find you attractive?”

AHHHHH

He watched me take a long drink from mine. “I’m thinking,” he said, following the flick of my tongue over my bottom lip, “that I look at you and feel like I’m dying. Like I can’t breathe. I’m thinking that I want you so badly I can’t concentrate half the time I’m around you, and this room

Love a ma that yearns

too small for me to properly bed you. Especially with the wings.”

UMMM