“Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian”

“Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?""Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.”

“Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insane. Hey, let's have a crepe.”

“I tore off another chuck of muffin and stared down at my chest. I shrugged and dabbed the muffin in the cum and popped it in my mouth. "I can't believe you just did that!" "Yeah," I snarled up my lip, "didn't quite think that one through all the way.”

“Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was. ”

“Adrian Ivashkov: "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak."Rose Hathaway: "If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right.”