“We fought already.” “It’s called passion, Ollie. Wild and unrestrained. Eruptive. I don’t want a love that’s anything other than crazy, and crazy about you is the only way I know to describe how I feel.” My heart smiles at the way her face lights, and I stroke my thumb over the flush of her high cheekbone, the perfect bow of her top lip. “I see the fire in your eyes and all I wanna do is fuel it. Light me up, set my soul on fire. I’m yours.”
