Praying for Rain (The Rain Trilogy, #1)

by B.B. Easton

As the minutes stretch on, I can almost see our thoughts accumulating on the carpet between us, heavy and dark. The dirty ones are mine.

Great line

I devour that smile. I chew it up and swallow it. And I feel it burn like fire inside of me, illuminating things I thought were gone forever.

Her imagery is just so fantastic

I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing my whole life, and if I keep it, it will kill me. No wonder Rain was wearing a black hoodie when I met her. She’s the fifth fucking horseman of the apocalypse.

This poor Broken Man