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“Thirty-six.'

My eyes fluttered open. 'What?'

'Freckles,' he said, his cheeks... pinker than usual. 'You have thirty-six of them on your face.'

That strange, whirring sensation surged through my chest. 'You actually counted them?'

'I did,' Ash rocked back. 'I did the first day you were here. I counted them again to make sure I was correct. I was.' He fixed the loosened tie of my robe. 'I really hope there's no doubt left when it comes to my interest in you.'

'There's not.'

'Good.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember

“Smile at me,' he murmured, the silver in his eyes swirling.

'Why?'

'Because when you do that, there's utterly nothing I would not allow you to do to me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember

“I know one thing, liessa. A monster wouldn't care if they were one.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember

“I feel like I also have to let you know that one of the reasons I can't sleep is because I keep looking at the damn doors to your bedchambers.'

My gaze shot back to him.

'And then I lay there wondering why in the hell I placed your chambers beside mine. Sounded like a good idea,' he said, and my stomach rolled. 'Now I'm not so sure. Because I spent far too much time thinking that all I had to do was walk a couple of feet and that chamber wouldn't be empty. You'd be there.'

The tripping sensation turned into a falling one. 'And that is a bad thing?'

'Undecided.'

I laughed, looking away. 'Well, I feel that I should let you know that I too was staring at those damn doors, and I'm only a few feet away and...'

'And what?' Shadows gathered in his voice.

'And I don't mind engaging in bad ideas,' I told him.

Ash chuckled. 'You wouldn't, would you?'

I grinned as I tugged the edges of the throw up to my chin. 'I am particularly talented at engaging in bad ideas.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember