This isn't a joke, Emma. You told me you wanted to do this, and now you're turning my work into some sort of mockery?""Actually, you're the one who told me I'd want to do this. You're the one who told me I could make this what I wanted to make it, told me to let my anger out so I'd feel better. Now you want to tell me that my feelings are a mockery?

You told me you wanted to do this, and now you're turning my work into some sort of mockery?""Actually, you're the one who told me I'd want to do this. You're the one who told me I could make this what I wanted to make it, told me to let my anger out so I'd feel better. Now you want to tell me that my feelings are a mockery?

Yash and I aren't exactly going for easy. We want to do hard things. World-changing things. It's not something a yoga instructor would understand. If you don't leave him alone, your selfishness is going to ruin everything.""My selfishness is going to ruin everything for you. That's a really selfless sentiment."That stopped Naina. Suddenly the superiority in her gaze turned to something else. Fear? For the first time she looked like she saw India as more than just a yoga instructor.

Who else can put cocoa in avocados, call it cookies and not make you gag? Who else can make wheat-germ muffins taste like actual food instead of cardboard?"That made India laugh. "That's me, skilled at making food that doesn't make you gag and doesn't taste like cardboard.

Is it always so sensitive?"He took moments to answer as though it cost him an effort. "It's never been before." Lifting her fingers, he kissed them, and then spoke against them. "It's your hands, they're magic."Heat rose in her cheeks. "I can't believe I actually asked you if you knew what my hands were worth."There it was again, that laugh. Deep and husky and perfect. "If only I'd known.

A beast of a yellow Porsche stood to one side of the sweeping driveway. "You don't own that thing, do you?" Where was the adorable pink Beetle?"No, I just stole it to drive you to the city in the style to which you're accustomed."She turned around and glared at him. "Don't be tasteless. That's not what I meant.

It's okay to do what feels easy and to trust that the universe won't punish you for it.

Rico wasn't just a friend, wasn't just Yash's media wiz. He was dating Yash's sister. Technically Ashna was his cousin but Yash only ever thought of her as his sister. Rico was family. Ashna was happy. It had been years since Yash had seen her happy. Just this morning Yash had teased Rico about his intentions toward his sister.I intend to let Ash use my body for her shagging pleasure for the rest of my life, mate.

He grew up in Rio de Janeiro. So, it could be so many things. Such a rich tradition of comfort foods. Maybe not something entirely traditional. Umm... churros?" She said it exactly the way he had taught her to say it, many moons ago, while feeding the crisp-on-the-outside, pillowy-on-the-inside confection into her mouth and then tasting the sticky sweetness on her lips.

She had never been the most social person. Rico hadn't either. They'd been two self-contained teenagers who had somehow cracked each other's shells and further destroyed each other's ability to need other people. This version of her, the one who was so acutely aware of people's reaction to her, made him want to break her loose.