" Luis’s hand moves down my arm until his fingers lace with mine, and
he tugs lightly at my hand. “Look at me, okay?” he says quietly. I turn my
head, and there’s such a soft, open expression on his face that I feel a spark
of hope. “I like you too, Maeve,” he says, his dark eyes steady on mine. “I
have for a while. "

― Karen M. McManus , One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)