“His hand slipped around the back of her neck and pulled her in close. their eyes met. He stopped; his brows knitted. He was waiting for her permission because he couldn't be sure if Hermia's refusal mirrored Joan's own and… — Brittany N. Williams Copy Share Image
“If you ask me to kiss you, I will,” he says. His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames. “Kiss me,” I say. He does.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
