He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.
Veronica RothHe bends over to untie his shoes. โSo, have you been ostracized from your little crowd of devotees?โ โNo,โ I say automatically. Then I add, โMaybe. But they arenโt my devotees.โ โPlease. Theyโre like the Cult of Four.โ I canโt help but laugh. โJealous? Wish you had a Cult of Psychopaths to call your very own?
Veronica Rothshe sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.' 'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning. 'Fair enough.
Veronica Roth