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

Try it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile deepened.

His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.

You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.

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