Can I take a rain check? Weekends are busy for me." He shrugged, his perma smile back in all its dimpled glory. "You'd probably figure out a way to nearly get killed, anyway.

Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?

I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!" He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed next to me. "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand." I wasn't cold anymore.

I’d been fighting for this relationship since the day I first saw his water eyes.

I open my eyes to see Ry staring at me, and my desert soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades and waterfalls rushing in around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot.

Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.

Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cute.” (Arianna to Evie)