Before I could protest, which wouldn’t be wise even though I did want him to hang out longer, he placed his hands on my cheeks. My breath stalled out somewhere between my throat and chest. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my forehead, dropping a kiss that squeezed my heart into slush. My eyes drifted shut as his lips lingered against my skin. Knocked off-kilter, I didn’t move when he pulled back and stood.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

But if you take off your clothes, I’m sure I can get them dry.” My eyes went wide. “Are you trying tog et my naked?” His silvery gaze met mine. “Do you really need me to answer that?” A hot, sweet flush stole across my cheeks. When he was like this—open, flirty, and downright sexy—I was at my lamest. I wasn’t used to this side of him. I don’t think I ever would be, and there was something thrilling in that. But I stared at him, caught between the images playing out in my head and the very real man standing before me.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why, We can just make crazy together.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

But I wasn't done. Staring into eyes that were as bright and beautiful than any tawny jewel, I said what I had never said before. And I said it with every ounce in my being behind it. "I love you, Roth." My voice shook with emotion." I'm in love with you.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Can I tell you something?”“Yeah.” I wished I could tell him it was okay to keep touching my face, but that would probably be weird. Totally sounded weird in my head. And would be really inappropriate. Totally inappropriate. His lashes lowered and the lopsided grin appeared. “I always knew you’d be beautiful one day.” My breath hitched as I sat straighter. What was left of the pizza, just the crust, was totally forgotten. My ears had to be smoking crack or something. A flush swept across his cheeks as one side of his lips kicked up. “I just never thought I’d get to see how beautiful you’d become.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Come on.” He dropped a heavy hand on my back, between my shoulder blades, and my breath stalled. I was effectively silenced by his touch. Perhaps that was why he did it. Not many people would blame him and probably wished they wielded that kind of power over me.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!"" We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Daemon laughed "I'm only at the service of one person in particular"My cheeks flamed as I scooted my chair over. "You are not servicing me in any way." He leaned in, closing my newly gained distance. "Not yet."" Oh, come on, Daemon I'm right here." Dee frowned. "You're about to make me lose my appetite."" Like that will ever happen." Lisa retorted with an eye roll.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Dawson!” Ash yelled from below. “What are you doing? Stop! Do something, Adam!” Adam’s laugh followed. “Someone needed to put Andrew in his place. I always figured it would be Daemon. Who knew.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout