“Excellent," said Cinder, standing up and brushing off her hands. "I was beginning to worry we wouldn't have a pilot for when it's time to take Kai back to Earth. Now I just have to worry about not having a competent one."
Thorne leaned against the crate Cress was organizing. She froze, but when she dared to peer up through her lashes, his attention was on the other side of the cargo bay. "Oh, Cinder, I've missed seeing your face when you make sarcastic comments in an attempt to hide your true feelings about me."
"Please." Rolling her eyes, Cinder started organizing the guns against the wall.
"See that eye roll? It translates to 'How am I possibly keeping my hands off you, Captain?"
"Yeah, keeping them from
strangling you."
Kai folded his arms, grinning. "How come no one told me I had such steep competition?"
Cinder glared. "Don't encourage him.”
―
Marissa Meyer,
Winter