168 Quotes by Siobhan Davis

You look exhausted,” Logan says, his eyes raking over me. “Why don’t you try and catch some sleep.”“All your nocturnal activities must be taking a toll,” Haydn mutters not too discreetly under his breath.“The same could be said for you,” I retort, in no mood to ignore his renewed mean streak.“That’s rich coming from you.” “Haydn.” How Logan can manage to convey such potent meaning with one word is sheer talent. And I’m eternally grateful, because it shuts Haydn up.

You are such a dork,” I exclaim as my fingers flit over the multitude of images and videos of Will Smith. Pinned quotes and sayings are highlighted, and I chuckle when I recognize a few. “Oh. My. God. Did you actually learn these on purpose?”He reels me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “Will I be cementing my dork status if I answer affirmatively?”“Absolutely.” I look up into his beautiful eyes. “But I only love you more for it.

I’m terrified to pose this next question, but I need to know. “Do you feel differently about me now?”His face softens. “You’re still you. The same girl I fell in love with. Nothing has changed.

Haydn snorts. “Only gullible, lovesick fools spout that mushy crap.” Thank the stars that his tone is teasing, because I can sense Logan’s patience waning. “When you find the right girl, I’m so going to make you eat your words. And I’m going to thoroughly enjoy rubbing your nose in it.

Plastering his hand behind my neck, he pulls my mouth to his. The intensity of the kiss takes me by surprise. I think he’s trying to bury the memory by kissing it out of my mind.

Ignoring the pain is more desirable than confronting it. And that’s survival one-oh-one.

Haydn’s instructions are imprinted on my brain much the same way Logan’s face is imprinted on my heart.

I’m not much of a liar. A hoarder, a hider: most definitely, yes, and sometimes I’m dishonest by default because I find it difficult to share that innermost part of myself with others. But never a conscious liar. I don’t think I have it within me to deliberately mislead anyone.

My mind wanders and I drift off into La-La Land. I dream about Thalassic City. About opportunity. And second chances. About actually living.