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1 " Andy laughed into her margarita glass. "You tell that story with more angst than when Frodo Baggins tells the story of the One Ring, and he lost a fucking finger in that ordeal. "
― Kate Canterbary , Restored (The Walshes, #5)
2 " The notion that grief faded with time? It was inaccurate. No, grief and loss never faded. Absence never quite abated. It lingered, and sometimes it flared, but it never faded. That was the price we paid for the memories that lived on. "
3 " How'd you like it if I borrowed your almond milk? No? You wouldn't enjoy it if I decided to help myself to that creamy nut water you call milk? Then don't kidnap my sriracha, sir. "
4 " There are tornadoes in my head sometimes”…“I know,” he said as his lips met mine. “But your storms, they don’t scare me. "
5 " Sam was rough and wild, and sweet all in the ways that I needed. That I’d missed.He held me with all the love and adoration he could gather into a single embrace, and he fucked me like he was conquering a village. "
6 " I needed to lick him, bit him, kiss him, hold him, claim him. I needed to fill my hands with every little thing I could offer, and beg him to take me as I came and promise to give him anything, everything. "
7 " We’re going to make it work. We’re going to figure it out … Tell me, Tiel. Tell me we’re gonna last because I can’t have you right now if this isn’t real.”“It’s real,” I said. “We’re real. "
8 " It’s like there’s a part of me that was wrecked for a long, long time, and you restored it. You restored me. And I want you to know how much I needed that.”“It goes both ways, my love. "
9 " Please tell me you all saw that," I said. "Please tell me someone saw her run out of here like she was being chased by Death Eaters. "
10 " We're happy for us, and everyone else can fuck off. "
11 " I was a big fan of vegetables, but I'd never understand why anyone ate raw cauliflower, let alone enjoyed it. "
12 " Come on. This is a safe space. We're in the trust tree here. "
13 " Our best conversations were the ones we had in bed. It wasn't about sex; it was the shelter of intimacy that we'd created, and I craved our cocoon. "
14 " If this was what our forever was going to feel like—ass grabbing and diabetes management, understanding each other beyond words and going to bed before eleven o'clock simply because we liked holding each other—there was no reason for my panic. "