Не целуй невесту

"Thank you for taking care of me."
He shrugs.
"It's kinda my favorite hobby now."

"Fine. You want honesty? Let's do it." I spread my arms out. "I like you, too. More than friends. More than I should, and more than I fucking want to. I think you're cute and sexy, and you make me laugh. I love your crazy-ass clothes and your cat with the fucked-up name. I just wish you weren't eighteen years old."
"Was that so hard?" she asks."

"It's not about sex—I can get that anywhere. It's a magnetic pull to get closer. Emotionally. Physically. Every time I'm with her I get this feeling of indescribable contentment that I can't even wrap my head around."

"If I kiss you, I'm not going to stop."
She stares up at me. Her eyes are full of everything that draws me to her. Mischief. Fire. Desire. Honesty.
"Then don't stop," she says."