Elsie Silver

'I love your freckles,' he murmurs from behind me, the pad of his finger tracing lines across the expanse of my back. 'They remind me of all the constellations. Like I could draw lines between them, and pictures would appear.'
[…]
'Right here, there are two so close together they almost look like one.'
'Like binary stars,' I murmur.
'What are binary stars?' His finger tenderly swipes across the spot he’s talking about.
'It’s two stars that look like one to us when we see them in the sky. But really, they’re two. Stuck together by a gravitational pull, always orbiting one another.'
'Kind of like the two of us, stuck together,' he muses.

Jasper: I don’t like talking to people.
Sloane: You talk to me.
Jasper: You’re not people.
Sloane: Lmao. What am I then?
Jasper: My person.

She has a beautiful, antique-style brass bed frame. It’s dainty and polished, probably cool to the touch—just like her.
But if you hold that metal long enough, it will heat. Take on the temperature of its surroundings.
Winter just needs a little heat to warm herself.

You’ll be fine. You’re 25. Feeling [unsure] and lost is part of your path. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. Take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.

-Red, don't marry a man who rolls his eyes at you.
- You roll your eyes at me all the time.
F**k, I need to stop doing that. She deserves better.
- Don't marry me either.

'It’s two people who are happier in each other’s company than they are alone.' Now I can hear the tears in her voice too. 'Better together than they are apart.'

Because the very last thing I need in my life is someone who makes me feel like there’s not enough oxygen in my lungs when I’ve only just caught my breath.

It wasn't just sleeping together. Not even close. It was everything. And It scared me.
I can't lose you.

'What’s happening is Miss Independence met the treat-her-like-a-princess guy, and she’s freaking out.'

I stare at her. She has no idea how to ask for help.
And then it hits me. She’s had no one to ask.