I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her.

I was investing more and more of myself into an outcome I couldn’t predict and would very likely be disappointed by. But for me there was no other option.

His smile was small and immediate, crooked, like I’d put his whole world off its axis, but he was somehow okay with that.

It’s so weird how that can be, how you could have a night that’s the worst in your life, but to everybody else it’s just an ordinary night.

I feel like this is a horror story. That’s how scared I am right now.”Don’t be scared.””That doesn’t help.

Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

Trust me,’ he says with a touch of impatience.‘Stop asking me to do that,’ I say, equally as impatiently.

Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever.” “I could never do that”. She laughed at him. He brought his lips to...