After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.
Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.
Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.
You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.
She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.
What is going on with you?" she says, shaking her head and pushing me away. "What's up with all the love and affection? I mean, you of all people, you of the eternal iPod-hoodie combo.