Hothouse Flower

Freedom doesn’t come with age. It doesn’t magically appear when you’re a legal adult. It comes when you stand up for what you believe in.

You’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.

She’s the sun. I’m the dark. If she’s gone, I can kiss that fucking light away. Without her, I know I’ll never see it again.

You’re my favorite four-letter word.” -Daisy to Ryke

Lo: “How much did it hurt?” Ryke: “Did what hurt?” Lo: “Watching her with other guys.” Ryke: “It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire.

Boys are like pillars,” Rose tells me. “Ryke is something to lean on. But they don’t make you move. You have to do that for yourself.

To me, he’s worth every loud moment, every peaceful silence, the crazy and the sad, the restless and the quiet.

I love you, Dais, because you’re the wildest fucking girl with the biggest fucking heart. And without you in my life”—he shakes his head like it’s an inconceivable picture—“I’d be the unhappiest fucking guy.

Beginnings are the hardest because they’re the parts that pull people in, that make them want the ends. And endings are the most painful, the parts that can leave you bleeding out.

I was waiting for the sun to chase me,” he breathes, drawing me to his chest. In one swift movement, my lips are on his. The world is spinning. He kisses me like this is the moment he’s envisioned all his life. Like this is heaven on Earth. For me, it is. A blissful moment before something that could be the end. The rush before the fear. He whispers, “I fucking love you.” I smile, my lips tingling. “Guess what?” “What?” “I love you more than chocolate cake.

You are your own anchor, Ryke. When you fail, you hurt yourself more than anyone else. Do you want to keep burning or are you going to let yourself rise

You love me,” I breathe. He lets out a short laugh. “You’re such a fucking girl.” “Say it again.” He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. “I fucking love you, sweetheart.

Because when you find something you love, you can’t quit. Every failure pushes you harder. It’s in your soul and in your fucking heart

Big bad wolf, are you going to eat me?" You're a dirty girl, Calloway. My gaze drops to her mouth. "Until you fucking scream.

Connor pinches her chin between his fingers, and he says, “Vous êtes enceinte.” You’re pregnant. I spit out my water. Just like that. One word. Enceinte. And my cover is blown. Fucking fuck

First off, don’t swear to God around me. He’s not listening when I’m in the room.

Friends aren’t forever. They’re not even for a while. They come into your life and they leave when something or someone changes. Nothing grounds them to you. Not blood or loyalty. They’re just…fleeting.-Daisy Calloway

You are your own anchor. Do you want to keep burning or are you going to let yourself rise?

I am very, very attracted to you." The corner of his lips rise. "Funny, I'm also attracted to you. What are we going to do about that?" "Make love and make babies.

I’ve ignored a lot of bad shit in my life, but I don’t want to ignore this one good thing anymore. It’s too painful.” He stares at me deeply, my chest rising with something pure and warm. “I kissed you tonight because I want your lips to only touch mine. From now until forever. That’s the fucking truth.

You don’t need to replace me. You can have me, sweetheart.” I pant for air. “Say that again.” His lips brush my ear, hot breath warming me. “How about I just fucking kiss you?

I FUCKING LOVE HER!” I scream, my heart thrashing in my ribs.

Daisy: “My scar is bigger than your scar.” Ryke: “And my cock is bigger than your cock.

But at night, that light starts to slowly wane. It’s like Daisy Calloway is powered by the sun.

Daisy: “How did you know that you loved running and rock climbing?” Ryke: “Because when you find something you love, you can’t quit. Every failure pushes you harder. It’s in your soul and in your fucking heart.

Don’t flash those green doe eyes at me.” “They don’t melt your heart of stone?” I banter. “Stone can’t fucking melt … it just grows hot.

Every theory you’ve ever fucking had about men, I’m going to prove wrong,

How long do you think this’ll last?”… “As long as we want it to … I’d fucking fight for you, Dais. You just have to let me.

You spend so much of your fucking time trying to save me,” he says, “and you don’t even realize you’re killing me.” -Lo to Ryke

He’s like my wolf—dangerous, alluring and protective—but I can never get close enough or else he’ll bite me.