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“You know that feeling, when you're watching someone sleep and you feel overwhelmed with joy that they exist?”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“He said, 'What do you want?' All I could think of was peeling the skin of a Valencia orange in bed on a bright morning with someone pulling me into the covers because they want to spend two or three minutes nestling before starting their day. So I said, 'Not much.”
― Marlowe Granados, Happy Hour

“The last-page ache. The deep breath in after you’ve set the book aside.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“One thing,” she whispered, her lips by his jaw. She didn’t want anyone to overhear. “Before I forget.” “What’s that?” “Stop writing about me.” Only Eva could’ve noticed the change in his expression. She saw the flinch. The slow, satisfied curl of his lip. His bronzy-amber eyes flashing. It was like he’d been waiting years to hear those words. Like the girl whose pigtails he’d been yanking during recess all year had finally shoved him back. He looked gratified. In a voice both raspy and low, and so, so familiar, Shane said, “You first.”
― Tia Williams, Seven Days in June