If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.

I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?” Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. “She’s game,” said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.

It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop.

I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.