Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

Finally, I understood what else was going on. I might be slow, but given time, I put the pieces together. "You have no reason to be jealous, I promise. We talked... and trained. You're the only boy who gets close like this." "Oh." A long, slow breath escaped him. "I feel so stupid." I put my lips to his cheek and whispered, "Don't. I love you, Fade.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.