" Ha,” I say sourly. “You have all the charm of an open grave, McGregor.” “Tch. Just admit it. You’re in love with me.” He bumps me with his elbow, and I send him a look designed to melt his face. “Love? Hardly. If you were on a life support machine, I’d unplug it to charge my phone. "

― J.T. Geissinger , Melt for You (Slow Burn, #2)