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Fire in You (Wait for You, #6) Fire in You by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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“I loved you when I was eight. I loved you when I was twelve. I loved you when I was twenty, and I... I love you now.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire In You
“What in the actual hell of all nine circles of Hell was this?”
J. Lynn, Fire in You
“I love you because you have this fire in you that you don't even recognise, but I do. You're strong and you're a survivor.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire In You
“Scars, whether physical or emotional, could be not just a representation of survival but also a story of hope.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire In You
tags: hope, scars
“My eyes searched his. 'Did you... did you miss me this whole time?'
I drew in a shallow breath. 'I missed you.'
Brock's gaze held mine. 'Missed you every fucking day, Jillian, with every ounce of who I am.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire in You
“They all had their own struggles and stories to tell and they al made it to this point, happy and in love.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire In You
“Oh my God, this was an interrogation.
Grady picked up his bottle as he smiled at me. “We just met, but I think we’re…going to be pretty good friends.”
“Good friends?” Brock chuckled, and my hands tightened into fists. “Sounds about right. Anyway,” he said in a way that dripped dismissiveness, “I don’t want to keep you all from your dinner. Just wanted to stop by and say hi. I’ll hit you up later,” Brock said to Cam before focusing on me in that intense way of his that made you feel like there was no one else in the entire world but you.
He tapped the tip of my nose.
I blinked.
Brock grinned. “I’ll see you again soon.”
J. Lynn, Fire in You
“If you were dreaming, I'd hope we'd both have less clothes on.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire in You
“And you really, truly think that?”

“I don’t know what I think.” Tugging my hair back, I quickly twisted it and then let go. The hair spun loose. “I need time.” And I needed space so I could think straight. “Look, it’s really late. Maybe you should just go home.”

His brows flew up. “You really want me to leave?”

I rose from the bed, snatching the long cardigan off the corner. I yanked it on. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not leaving.”

My arms fell to my sides. “Oh, yes you are.”

He stared up at me from where he sat at the head of the bed. “There is no way in hell I’m going to leave when you’ve got that nasty shit crowding your thoughts, so you can talk yourself into whatever the hell it is you’re so badly wanting to believe about me.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire In You