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

Avery: "So I've been doing some thinking." Cam: "Oh God." Avery: "Shut up.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.

Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me. I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer," he replied.

And you're a bad boy?" I asked. Ollie's grin was contagious. "Oh, I'm a bad, bad boy." Cam shot his friend a look. "Yeah, as in bad at spelling, math, english, cleaning up after yourself, talking to people, and I could go on.

I trust you with my life