You talk more when you’re nervous,” he said, still standing close to her.”No i don’t. That’s absurd. I’m just trying to explain to you-“”Do i make you nervous?””No. I’m not nervous.””You’re trembling.””I’m cold. I’m wearing...

Are you wearing space pants?” Miranda asked him.”What?”How did it end? oh, right. “Because your butt is fine.”He gazed at her in that way he had like he was measuring her for straitjacket. “I think-”...

I was thinking that maybe when everything around you changed all the time, it was nice to know that something would always be the same.

You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.

YES. BECAUSE THAT’S HOW I ROLL. LIKE A SUAVE THING. In fact, from here on, please forward my mail to 1 Suave Hill, Suave Boulevard, Suavieland, Planet of She’s-So-Smooth-I-Can’t-Believe-She’s-Not-Butter.

I felt a wave of longing roll out of me, but not the way it usually did, diffuse and sad. This was hopeful, as though it had been coaxed out by a whispered promise.

A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad,” out loud.But life did not come with a trapdoor.

That kiss you gave me was the hottest kiss i’ve ever had. I pulled away because i was afraid i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from ripping off your clothes. And that didn’t seem...