And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

For the moment, I’m just Daire—a girl straddling two bloodlines. One I was given—one I must earn.

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.