You don't apologize,' (Deacon) said, pressing a kiss to my greasy head, unlocking best friend status.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You don’t have to want to be in relationship for a little bow-chick-bow-wow.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You know what they say about boys next door...

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You love Roth," he continued for me." You're in love with him." My eyes met his bright blue ones." Yes," I whispered, my lower lip trembling." It's him. It's always been him.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You make me wish I had a soul, so I could be worthy of you.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You must stay away from the one who brings nothing but heartache and death. Do you hear me? He brings nothing but death. Always has.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You need something," he said, and when I stared at him, he added, "Your face."" My face?"" It's in need of my kisses.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You really shouldn’t trust a soul in this game. Not when everyone has something to gain or lose.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You’re beautiful, too. I mean, you’re hot,” I blurted out. “But I always knew you would be.” My eyes widened as I realized what just streamed out of my mouth, and his grin turned into a smile. “Oh my God, I did not just say...any of that out loud.”“You did.”“Ugh.” Tipping his head back, he laughed deeply. And he laughed like he had in those rare instances when something truly amused him. He did so with a freedom I’d envied. I started to place my hands over my flaming face, but he caught my wrists, holding them between us. His eyes were lighter, dancing. “I can pretend you didn’t say that if that makes you feel better,” he suggested. Oh yes, that would be fabulous. I nodded.“I won’t forget it, though.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

You’re right.” A wicked little grin tugged at his lips. “I think we should celebrate.” Pausing, he waggled his brows at me. “We have fifty minutes now. I only need, like, five of them.”“Oh my God,” I laughed, shoving at his shoulders. “You’re terrible.”“I’m not terrible.” His eyes met mine, and the flutter was back, deeper and more dizzying. “I’m in love.” Oh, gosh. My heart swelled like a balloon, and all I could do was stare at him for several seconds before I managed to whisper, “I love you, too.”“I know.” Rider lowered his mouth to mine, and the kiss scattered my thoughts.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout