“I don’t want to be saved by some knight in shining armor. I’d like to be the one in the armor, and I’d like to be the one doing the saving,” “Before I have a chance to overthink it, I press my lips to hers. Her hands move to my neck and face. A surge of warmth rushes over me as she pressed herself against me. There is an urgency in her kiss, like she’s trying to prove to me how much she cares, and I yield to her, unconditionally.” “Tears come again, but she wipes them away with the tip of her fingers, kissing my hand and pulling me close.”

— Cinderella Is Dead by Kalynn Bayron