Doreth Groot wesseldijk

“Oh, and I need to known where Jersey is and if I have enough money to buy it.”
― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon

“but that's what growing up is all about- learning nothing is sacred in this world”
― Chris Colfer, Stranger Than Fanfiction

“My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die.”
― Anna Banks, Of Triton

“It matters, Emma." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him again. "Tell me right now. Do you care for me?"
"If you can't tell that I'm stupid in love with you, Galen, then you aren't a very good ambassador for the hum-"
His mouth covers mine, cutting me off. This kiss isn't gentle like the first one. It's definitely not sweet. It's rough, demanding, searching. And disorienting. There's not a part of me that isn't melting against Galen, not a part that isn't combusting with his fevered touch.
I accidentally moan into his lips. He takes it for his cue to life me off my feet, to pull me up to his height for more leverage. I take his groan for my cue to kiss him harder.
He ignores his cell phone ringing in his pocket. I ignore the rest of the universe. Even when headlights approach, I'm willing to overlook their intrusion and keep kissing. But, prince that he is Galen is a little more refined than me at this moment. He gently pries his lips from mine and sets me down. His smile is both intoxicated and intoxicating. "We still need to talk.”
― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon