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

Yeah, because when you’re attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you don’t act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.

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

Thank you.” His lips curved up on one side. “For what?” “For waiting for me.

I’m just not interested.” “Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.” … “Then how are you not interested.

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

It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.