“You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“He pulled her hand to his chest. She was suddenly flooded by the oh-so-recent memory of lying against his chest, his strong arms around her, the warmth of his breath in her ear as he whispered to her.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
