" I love you,” I whispered, my heart beating fast, my confession a breathless rush. A beat passed, followed by a second. Third. Alex’s hand stilled, his expression fierce and strangely haunted. A wisp of unease niggled at my stomach. “You don’t mean that.” “Yes, I do,” I said, hurt and a little angry at his reaction. “I know what I feel. "

― Ana Huang , Twisted Love (Twisted, #1)