" And who might this delicate flower be?" Rhett teases, beaming up at Maren as we descend the final few stairs together.
"His name is Nicholas," Maren quips, stepping away from me. I have no choice but to let go of her hand. "Be careful though - he's not a delicate flower. More like a Venus flytrap if you ask me."
Rhett barks out a laugh. "I like you. You're Maren, aren't you? You have to be."
"Yes. And you are...?"
"Rhett," I answer for him. "My oldest friend, who surely won't forget where his loyalties lie."
Rhett extends his elbow to Maren so he can pick up where I left off. "Do you hear something, Maren? An annoying gnat?"
"Nothing at all. "

― R.S. Grey , Love the One You Hate