The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.

Because you're here with me, Jack said. Any night that ends with that can't be that bad

His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.

He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.

Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted and slowly pulled myself out from underneath the covers. "You know, I really wish you'd catch onto the fact that I'm always right.

Have you tried?" Tove countered, his eyes sparkling. "Well...no," I admitted. "Do it." "How?" He shrugged. "Figure it out." "You're really good at this training thing," I said with a sigh.

I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.