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1 " But I’m so susceptible to this kind of touch; I bloom like a rose when I’m handled like a weed, "
― Sierra Simone , A Lesson in Thorns (Thornchapel, #1)
2 " I think you're starved for it." He opens his eyes and looks at her. "I'd starve for you. "
3 " Sometimes I forget, you know? Sometimes I'm still just Delphine Dansey, and I'm the same girl who likes silly television and lipstick and lots of champagne. And then other times, it feels like it's touched everything in my life. Left smudges everywhere. Smudges and dirt.''Both can be true. "
4 " There’s only a few inches between my shoulder and his arm, and this close, I can smell traces of his scent. Something with citrus and pepper and pine . . . and lavender? I want to press my face against his neck and suck it in. I want to smell it as he’s pinning me to the floor . . . "
5 " Being alive means the harsh is mixed in with the good, and every time I get to choose the harsh for myself, it loses its sting. Every time I taste the bitter and survive, I’m all the stronger to enjoy the sweet. "
6 " How can I annotate his metadata on my mental card catalog if I don’t know what to annotate? "
7 " She laughs so she doesn't kiss her "
8 " A bolt of real, true fear flies through me; it leaves wet need in its wake. My knees feel weak and unsteady. I want to drop to the ground and press my forehead between his expensive brown Oxfords and wait for him to dispense justice. I want to earn his approval; I want every depraved, sick, and delicious thing a submissive wants—and more. "
9 " I mean the kind of roots that happen privately between you and a certain place. Like you come to a place, and instead of planting a flag and saying mine, the place plants something in you. The place claims you, it knows your name and the crooked corners of your heart, and you've pledged yourself to it before you've even realized what's happening. "
10 " I bloom like a rose when I’m handled like a weed. "
11 " I may apologize, but I won't kneel "
12 " And I am hopeful and reckless and curious, but I am not stupid. "
13 " His eyes are no longer windows, but doors and mysteries and gates that I’ll never unlock. That privilege belongs to someone else. "
