I’m not the damsel in distress. I’m the villain. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes this.

It’s too dangerous…I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to him. I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Forgiveness would be out of the question; beyond my ability. I would never...

I am unbelievably nervous.It is most unlike me.This girl is really messing with my mojo.

His room was dark until he switched on his desk lamp. I sat on the floor next to his bed and watched him counting clothes and considering shoes. He seemed so boyish right then—like he...

Right now, you and me? This feels like fate, if fate can be felt.

Maybe it just happened.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

He sees me when I’m lying. He hears me when I flirt.

I’m following hot on her heels, smarting from her latest rebuttal, and I can’t contain my temper as the flood of rejection washes over me, tossing me precariously close to the edge.

If only I had the speed that my alien boyfriend had, then I could just zip through my senior year and forget about distance and mom’s annoyingly great sense of hearing. But when said alien...

Ari looks fiercely resolute. It’s the same look she has on her face at the start of every race: Dogged determination. My heart and head enter into full-on combat mode.