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.

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.

Cookie for you. Cookie for me.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.

Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.

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

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.