" Jax?” “Mm.” His chest rumbles beneath me. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” The words leave my lips in the faintest whisper. He keeps quiet for a solid minute. I second-guess myself, but he squeezes me tighter into him. “Elena?” “Mm.” I copy him. “I already know I am. "

― Lauren Asher , Wrecked (Dirty Air, #3)