Julia

“What did Adam's fortune cookie say?"
"Mmm." Olive made a show to look at the strip. "Not much. Just 'Holden Rodrigues, Ph.D., is a loser.'" Malcolm sped up just as Holden flipped her off, making her burst into laughter.
"What does it really say?" Adam asked when they were finally alone.
Olive handed him the crumpled paper and remained silent as he angled it to read it in the lamplight. She wasn't surprised when she saw a muscle jump in his jaw, or when he slid the fortune into the pocket of his jeans. She knew what it said, after all.
You can fall in love: someone will catch you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“It's almost out," the witch hissed, grunting with effort. "Hang on, Bryce."
She did. To Hunt, to his hand, to that softness in his eyes, she held on. With all she had.
"I've got you," he murmured. "Sweetheart, I've got you."
He'd never said it like that before- that word. It had always been mocking, teasing. She'd always found it just this side of annoying.
Not this time. Not when he held her hand and her gaze and everything she was. Riding out the pain with her.
"Breathe," he ordered her. "You can do it. We can get through this."
Get through it- together. Get through this mess of a life together. Through this mess of a world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“Hunt grinned. Her little smile was like seeing the sun after days of rain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her - I’m going to fucking kill you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis