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.

We're partners." "Huh?" "We. Are. Partners.

We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected. Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.

I want to be here with you, Avery. You don't have to worry about impressing me or wowing me. You've already done that.

I took a drink. "I guess it's different for you.""Hmm?" "I bet you have girls hanging all over you. Dozens would probably kill to be in my spot and here I am, allergic to your bread.

I love you, Katy. Always have. Always will

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