Simran

“Connor places his jacket on a wooden table. “I apologize for hurting you.”
“I accept,” I say, “but Janie’s gonna need more than that.”
Connor nods. “I’m aware. She already asked her mom and me to write a three-thousand word essay on why we love her. His lips pull upward, admiration for his daughter clear in his eyes.
My dad flashes a dry smile. “That’s what happens when you raise a bunch of geniuses and make your family motto: loyalty to the death.”
Connor grins a billion-dollar grin.”
― Krista Ritchie, Lovers Like Us

“I get it,” I say. “You don’t like anyone tying you down—”

“One person can tie me down,” he cuts me off and then glances at me. “You’re smiling.”

“I’m not.” I sort of was. I unhinge my jaw, ridding whatever expression is causing him to overflow with satisfaction.

His grin has landed in James Franco territory. “I didn’t say that person was you.”

I blink. “You ever hear of that annoying six-foot-three guy with bleach-white hair who died in a Chicago stairwell?”

He laughs. “You mean the guy you have a hard-on for.”
― Krista Ritchie, Lovers Like Us

“Donnelly subtly eyes them while facing us too. “Those mugs are bugging Beckett.” I can’t detect Beckett’s annoyance. But not a second later, he realigns the mugs in a neat row.
Maximoff gesticulates from his chest to Sulli, speaking extremely fucking empathetically to his cousin.
I skim him, a smile playing at my lips, and I take a swig of coffee. “He’s about to hug her.” On cue, Maximoff wraps his arms around his cousin, and she squeezes him back.
Akara bounces his ball. “She’ll buy a Sagittarius something for me. Wait for it…” We watch Sulli scan the shelves and then veer to a display of zodiac jewelry. She plucks a silver Sagittarius keychain off a hook.
Spending 24/7 with a person has this effect.”
― Krista Ritchie, Lovers Like Us

“I can hear our hearts breaking."

A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. "I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak.”
― Krista Ritchie, Fuel the Fire