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

Avery, I haven’t messed around with Steph since I met you. I have messed around with anyone since I met you.

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.

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

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

Whoa," Brit breathed, handing my drink back to me. "That was..." "Really hot," Jacob finished. "I thought you two were going to rip off each other's clothes and start making babies right here on the dirty, beer covered floor. Like I was going to have to start charging admission for what was about to go down.

Here's my library, where I don't do a lot of reading but mostly play Angry Birds on the computer.