The Host (The Host, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

Ian met his gaze. “Okay.” He leaned over me, and his luminous eyes held mine. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t be afraid.” “I’m not.” He ducked in and touched his lips to my forehead. No one was more surprised than I, though I heard Jared gasp quietly. My mouth hung open as Ian wheeled and nearly sprinted from the room.

“The girl in there…” Jared said slowly. “Yes?” “That body doesn’t belong to her.” “Your point?” Jared’s voice was hard when he answered. “Keep your hands off it.” A low chuckle from Ian. “Jealous, Howe?” “That’s not really the issue.” “Really.” Ian was sarcastic now.

“What do you mean, you’ll keep that in mind?” Jared demanded. “I mean that I’ll think about it.” “There’s nothing to think about,” Jared retorted. I knew how he would look from the sound of his voice—teeth clenched, jaw strained. “The body and the person locked inside it belong to me.”

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. “I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.” My eyes got all wet, and I had to sniff.

Omg this is tooooooo cute 🥰