I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old." "Even when I'm old?" "Even then.

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.

Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

We’ve all done stuff we aren’t proud of. If you knew…” He shook his head. “The point is, I don’t know why you did this. I just hope that whatever the reason was, it’s something that you’ve come to terms with. I don’t think any less of you because of it. I never did.

Well, prepare yourself. I am all kinds of thoughtful this week. I brought you something else.

I’m a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that you’re pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.

I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.