How did you even know I wasn't in my room?" "I checked on you." Finn gave me a look like I was an idiot. "I check on you every morning." "You check on me when I'm sleeping?" I gaped at him. "Every morning?" He nodded. "I didn't know that." "Why would you know that? You're sleeping," Finn pointed out.

He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.

If im lucky, i will never have to see you again. Because if i do, that means we are at war, and id have to hurt you

The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that's a little scary, but it means that hints can't be bad or hard forever.

I still have the same friends I've had for the last 15 or 20 years.

I priced my books at what I would want to spend on an electronic book.

It feels so weird to be able to just kind of buy things when I want them or need them.