Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

She hated how handsome he was. She hated how her heart softened when he looked at her.

Do you ever feel as if you wear armor, day after day? That when people look at you, they see only the shine of steel that you’ve so carefully encased yourself in? They see what they want to see in you—the warped reflection of their own face, or a piece of the sky, or a shadow cast between buildings. They see all the times you’ve made mistakes, all the times you’ve failed, all the times you’ve hurt them or disappointed them. As if that is all you will ever be in their eyes. How do you change something like that? How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?

oh

I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have nothing. I have

someone hug her omg

He thought about it when he sat at his desk and turned his dictionaries paper side out, as she had often done to irk him. He was thinking about her far too much, and he knew this was going to doom him.

His hands reached for her as she reached for him, and the stillness broke when they touched, as if they had cracked the world.

She would have slapped him. She might have kissed him.

describes the enemies to lovers trope perfectly

“Shut up, Kitt.” “Absolutely. Whatever you want.”

if his name ain't roman carter kitt i don't want him

That fire in her eyes could have brought him to his knees, and he loathed the façade he was wearing.

I love you, Iris.

I broke my engagement, quit my job, and traveled six hundred kilometers into war-torn land to be with you, Iris.”