Quote by Tahereh Mafi

“I clenched my fists, but it did no good. He was still slipping through my fingers. *”

— Megan Erickson

“He shakes his head and pulls his fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles.”

— Colleen Hoover

“Fuck it,' I hear him mutter, and the next thing I know he's taking hold of my hand.”

— Samantha Towle

“His hand appears and wraps around my wrist, and my whole bloody body bursts into flames.”

— Jodi Ellen Malpas

“Gasping, whimpering, crying out his name, clawing at his skin . . . I fucking burned.”

— Madeline Sheehan

“That's it. I've had enough of this talking crap. I reach my hands up. I cup his chin and bring his mouth to mine.”

— Autumn Doughton

“I don’t know how to describe it. My hands began to burn as they do when the energy changes too drastically. Then he walked…

— K. Huber

“Okay,” he says before setting his hand on mine. He weaves his fingers in between my own and I swear I just swallowed a…

— Cassie Mae

“Hey, it’s not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don’t get excited.” “Too late.” He curved…

— Jeri Smith-Ready

“Go to Hell." He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”

— Tahereh Mafi

“It was small consolation, but it would have to do. I squeezed his hand once more, in lieu of things unsaid. "Come on.”

— Jacqueline Carey

“I was gripping his face and digging my fingers into his skull as I kissed the living fuck out of him.”

— Megan Erickson