“Shit,” he swore, ripping his mouth from mine once we were both panting, and resting his forehead against mine.
“Not what you expected?” …
“Just the opposite.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw, then my throat, before returning to my lips. “Everything I expected and so much more. I fucking
knew it would be like this with you.”
“Chemistry,” I muttered, but that wasn’t the word ticking the edges of my mind.
Fate. There was no other way to explain this, to explain us.”
―
Rebecca Yarros,
In the Likely Event