I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.

and just like that, I shut off the switch to my brain.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.

What is it with you and girls’ bathrooms?

Your biggest dream? - Nora Grey Kiss you. - Patch Cipriano