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

My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere.

He's not the relationship kind or so I hear." "And do you want a relationship?" I asked her. "No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more." "Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested. "Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch - a fantasy one.

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

I’m confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie.

I just didn't know how much of this I was capable of. How far this - whatever it was - would actually go before old fears overshadowed the warmth.