Mighty Quill Quotes

“every time I saw Thor, the look in his eye said, “home.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“I looked up from my computer, and my eyes met Thor’s across the room. He grinned, sliding his glasses up his nose, and then he took a long, slow sip from his wine glass, never moving his gaze from mine.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“Without fail, when my alarm went off at five in the morning, a warm ball of Thor would be squashed tight against my side, happily snoozing away. In my entire life, I’d never slept better. I dunno what dumbass nineties comedian started the smear campaign against snuggling, but I’m here to tell you, it fucking rules.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“I rolled over, watching him stretch as he stood. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to kiss the little dimples at the base of his spine, or push my face between his shoulder blades and breath him in.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“His scent punched me in the chest, like Cas had reached through it, grabbed my heart, and squeezed. And pulled. Toward him.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“Thor moved his hand out of the way, and his fingers found their way up into my hair, scratching against my scalp. It felt wonderful and beautifully familiar, though we barely knew each other. I let myself take comfort in his fingers, and it seemed to soothe him too, having something to do with his hands, someone to care for.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“Between that and his thick, sandy hair, his dimpled smile, and freckles, I’d practically been swooning. And he smelled incredible.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“My hand still tingled where he’d shaken it; his fingers were callused and warm, his hand dwarfing mine.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill

“I don’t even know if he’s gay,” I said. Lucy laughed. “You’re cute.”
― Emmaline Strange, Mighty Quill