He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder to look at me while he played with my hair. He started to hum a song, and then, after a few bars, he sang it. Quietly, sort of half-sung, half-spoken, incredibly gentle. I didn’t catch all the words, but it was about his summer girl. Me. Maybe his forever girl. His yellow eyes were half-lidded as he sang, and in that golden moment, hanging taut in the middle of an icecovered landscape like a single bubble of summer nectar, I could see how my life could be stretched out in front of me.
Maggie StiefvaterFinn never looks more excited - he just gets faster. Finns are generally slow-moving creatures.
Maggie StiefvaterShe breathed. "This is lovely." It was for Adam, not Gansey, but she saw Gansey glance over his shoulder at her.
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