But I was done trying to wake her up, to make her see. To save her. The only person I could save was myself.

— Emme Rollins

Every bride is beautiful. It’s like newborn babies or puppies. They can’t help it.

— Emme Rollins

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

— Emme Rollins

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

— Emme Rollins

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

— Emme Rollins

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

— Emme Rollins

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

— Emme Rollins

I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?

— Emme Rollins

I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.

— Emme Rollins

Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.

— Emme Rollins