“How did you do that?” I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’” “Uh-huh. So … you think this is your home? My barn? His tone is playful, but the look he’s giving me is dead serious. A question. “Haven’t you guessed by now?” I say, my heart hammering. “My home is you.” BoundlessClaraTuckerCynthia Hand Book:Boundless Source: Boundless
“Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.” My face flames. “Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.” ClaraTucker Book:Unearthly Source: Unearthly
“This is isn't going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to watch me sleep, is it?" he asks playfully.” Tucker Book:Hallowed Source: Hallowed
“Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.” LoveHairTendernessClaraTucker Book:Hallowed Source: Hallowed
“I did get so wigged out that I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in case, I don't know, his comic book collection decided to spontaneously combust. This was dumb and admittedly creepy in an Edward Cullen kind of way, but it was the only thing I could think to do.” HumorClaraTuckerClara GardnerTucker Avery Book:Hallowed Source: Hallowed
