" I never make exceptions. An exception disproves the rule.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
He laughed, and it was a glorious thing to hear, and I wanted . . . I wanted more. I wanted to capture this mood and hold on to it. Abandon any purpose for being here, grab his hand and race around to the lake side, show him the best place to climb up and gaze out over the water, to explore the ruins and not care why we’d come. Seize this playful mood of his and see how far I could take it. To be immature and, yes, childish. "

― Kelley Armstrong , Deceptions (Cainsville, #3)