“Daniel,” she whispers. I groan and drop my forehead to hers, touching her cheek with my hand. “You make me love my name so damn much.” — colleen hoover Copy Share Image
“I cross to her and kiss her forehead, not touching her anywhere else. She smells like sunshine and strawberries. She smells like she used to before her life went sideways. Fuck me, I want her. ” — Kristen Proby Copy Share Image
