My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

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

We have to stop meeting like this." And that was the truest thing ever spoke. I needed to stop staring at his bicep... and chest... and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so... sexy. Wow. This was awkward. "You running over me, me almost running over you?" Cam elaborated. "It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.

The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that nothing was wrong. And look how well that was turning out.

What are you up to?” “Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied. “That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.” We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. “What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

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.