Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.

Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.

There is no one else - there's never been anyone else but you. You're it Maddie.

My first celebrity crush was Jonathan Brandis. I even got to talk to him on the phone. I wrote a fan letter, and he answered. Talk about a surreal experience.

If I fall and break my neck, will you say something nice at my funeral?" "Like 'Kyler was usually more graceful?

You do know him, so that's a lame excuse." It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How do you really ever truly know someone?" Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. "He's not a serial killer." "Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho." Jacob stared at me. "He's not Ted Bundy.