I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Is this your feller?” “No, not really,” I say, and Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and says, “Yes, sir. I'm her feller” — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
