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Touch (Selfish Myths, #1) QUOTES

Touch (Selfish Myths, #1) QUOTES

1 " The story was heavy in her hands, the book spread open like legs, the letters very small i spite of describing such a big moment "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

2 " Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end.

Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

3 " If she could explore and heal his injuries with her fingers, it would be another type of magic, her skin making contact with his. Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end.

Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

4 " She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and after dreams. She wants to be the open window letting in the light for him. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

5 " He holds out a trembling hand and traces the shape of her arm, descending to her elbow. “You’re like mist,” he says. “You really don’t feel this?”

Love shakes her head. “No.”

But that’s not entirely true, because this illusion of a touch has turned her into a current, this human has reached down to her bones.

Then his fingers curl right through her hip, and he lowers his voice. “How ’bout that? "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

6 " I forgive you because you matter. You can wreck me, and I’ll still forgive you. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

7 " She wants to store the sound of him in a jar and carry it everywhere she goes. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

8 " Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end. Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her. She "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

9 " Andrew stares pointedly at her. From the looks of it, thunderstorms and human traffic jams are cluttering his mind. Doors are opening and closing. He’s jealous. The realization makes her feel silly and squeamish. She can’t decide whether to glower or giggle some more. She feels like . . . a girl. She wants to punch him. In the face. Hard. Cover that watercolor with one of her own. Then she wants to kiss it, softly, until she has no more soft left in her. “Anger "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

10 " Since I’m an asshat, I thought I’d have a choice with you, that I’d be able to walk away if you disillusioned me or turned out to be a blood-sucking creature of the night—and okay, I would have bailed if you were evil . . . Or maybe not. Knowing myself, I’d want to save you. But you’re not evil. The point is, I’m realizing you’re the same as everyone else in my life, only a thousand times more potent, and that has nothing to do with where you come from. I can grit my teeth about what you do, but I can’t control how I react to your laugh. I would rather be near you, see you touch everything but me, than be holding any other girl. I like being with you, Love. Playing, talking, fighting, not-touching. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)

11 " Love grins. Well, what have we here? She leaps off the branch, drops twenty feet, and lands behind him with a resounding thud that causes the ground to ripple. She intends to jab at his backpack and knock it off his shoulder. For disturbing her rest, this boy deserves a good scare, and she’s keen to give him one. However, she is not prepared for him to dart around. And to lock eyes with her. "

― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)