“What game is this, Ryder?" I asked frostily. "What are we playing at here?" Shrugging, he replied "It's not me who's playing. I'm not the one who's wasted the last two weeks trying to make up her mind. Not the… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“A smile bloomed again in his eyes. "I love that you let me bring out that softness in you. You've always been such a… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“Close your eyes," he said, low and soft. "Look inside yourself and don't think for a second, just ... tell me, how did you… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“But nothing comes free of charge; the world would tumble into chaos without that kind of balance...” — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“Funny how I always thought the world would dilate and then snap back with a loud bang the day a boy happened to me.… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“Okay, so maybe it was unexpected freedom of being able to get up-close and personal with him without having every inch of me quivering… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“Just say yes, Lily. Why try avoiding the unavoidable?" Ah, why indeed!” — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“He lowered his mouth to mine anyway, close enough that our lips almost brushed for a millisecond before his glided across my cheek, his… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“One day, while at the drugstore picking up some aspirin for my Mom, dear old Mrs. Burns, our pharmacist, shoved a pack of condoms… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“Guess where that left me? That's right: between Ryder, my boyfriend, who hated Lucian with the proverbial fiery passion and J, my best friend,… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“Elementary, my dear Watson." "That's a misquotation, by the way," I countered without thinking. Which might've made more of an impact if I'd stopped… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image
“I love how you look at me." [...] "And how's that?" I asked, blushing on cue. His lower lip curled in that mischievous way… — Ramona Wray Copy Share Image