" His eyes were burning a liquid silver and his arm tightened around me. "I would never give up on you, Alex. Never."
"Then why are you being such a—"
"What?" his voice dropped low. "I'm being what?"
Infuriating. Stubborn. Thick-skulled. Freaking sexy. "Good gods, can we stop arguing and just, I don't know, make out? "

― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Apollyon (Covenant, #4)