I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

You're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night.

He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?

I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.

I don't go out with strangers," I said. "Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.