There's nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.

Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.