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.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a lover not a fighter.

An oblique angle,” Jack said, and his bout of jealousy was quickly replaced with glee. “Ha! I told you I would work that in!

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.

How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.

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

I don't want only one night. I want all the nights. I want all of you, forever.