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101 " Yeah, I did, Luna. You wanna go out to eat? I’ll take you. You wanna go out and get a Sprite? Tell me. You want to watch a fucking movie? I’ll take you to the goddamn movies. If you want to go to beat the shit out of your cousin again, I’ll fucking take you. You want to meet someone to be your best friend and your fucking partner? I’m right fucking here, baby girl. "
― Mariana Zapata , Luna and the Lie
102 " I was loved. I had a roof over my head. Food to eat. A bed to sleep in. I had an enormous bag of Skittles in my desk at work. Had an oven to bake cakes in and money to actually buy the ingredients to make them. All on my own. All because someone had given me a chance, a little love, and let me work hard to have all the things I did. "
103 " Does this mean… Boss, are we friends? Outside of work, of course.” His face went totally serious for a moment before he tossed his head back and laughed. “Get the fuck outta here, Luna. Christ. "
104 " You’d have figured he would have gotten used to my hugs over the years, but he hadn’t. He still sighed into my neck like it was something new, and wrapped his arms around me as tight as ever when I threw my arms around him suddenly. Squeezing him tightly. Squeezing him like he meant the world to me and had made my life ten times better by just existing. By just being the person that he was. I was seriously the luckiest person in the world. "
105 " You give me these pices of you I know you haven't given to anybody else, and they're mine. You can't take 'em back. I need them more than you do, you hear me? "
106 " Man, I could fall in love with this man if I let myself. I really, really could. But only dummies fell in love with their bosses—bosses who didn’t do girlfriends or relationships. "
107 " Why don’t you sleep in here too?” Too? On the same bed? "
108 " You can’t make anyone love you or care about you. I knew that better than anyone. "
109 " Until suddenly, he dipped his face down—and I held my breath—and he did the last thing I would have ever expected. Rip brushed his dry, warm lips over mine. Over the corner of my mouth. Over the length of my lips. Just the quickest, lightest, most feather-like kiss of my life. And just as quickly as it happened, it was over. He rolled back down to his back, leaving me…. Just like that. Rip had kissed me. Me. "
110 " I wanna make you something to eat so you don’t end up with Salmonella from that shit you try to cook, "
111 " Is that good enough? Will you go now and give me a fucking break, or do I need to spell it out for you? Leave me alone. "
112 " I was choosing to be happy. I was choosing to be happy every day for the rest of my life, and nothing and nobody was going to take that away from me. No freaking way. "