“Did you finish yours, Kota?" "Working on it now, Actually." "How's it going?" He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?" My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“opened the door. He was leaning with his arm up on the frame, and his other hand on his hip. The way he was… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“So how about this,” he said, focusing on the pan. “The next time we get the chance, you” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“She fell over," Nathan said. "Yeah," Gabriel said. "I thought fainted all graceful. She just crashed” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“I looked back at Corey, sharing a glance with him. Corey smiled and lifted his hands up in a have-no-idea way. Russians are complicated.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“I am not your doormat to lay out your problems on and then vanish without a word.” “Huh?” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“Will you stop being cute? Your nose is smudging the window. My god, you’re worse than a puppy,” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“Avoiding heartbreak by never giving out my heart was the best solution.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
