He gave a dark chuckle. “But you’re not, so you had absolutely no qualms about kneeing me in the groin, right?” “I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh,” he replied, his voice full of skepticism.

He let out a sigh. With my head there against his chest, I could faintly make out the sound of his heart beating through his suit coat. It seemed to be rushing. His hand, gentle as ever, reached to cup my cheek. As I looked into his eyes, I felt that unnameable feeling that was growing between us. With his eyes, Maxon asked for something we'd both agree to wait on. I was glad he didn't want to wait anymore. I gave him a tiny nod, and he bridged the small gap between us, kissing me with unimaginable tenderness.

if you like the lovable sound of an asthma attack in your ear every time you tell a joke.

It’s okay, Kriss. Have some pie,” Natalie offered.

America, there’s no question that you’ve had my heart from the beginning. By now you have to know that

Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth.