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

I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old." "Even when I'm old?" "Even then.

Good God, you don’t give up.” “Nope.” I laughed, couldn’t help it, and his smile spread in response to the sound. “I’m sure there are plenty of girls who want to go out on a date with you.” “There are.” “Wow. Modest aren’t you?” “Why should I be?” he shot back. “And I want to go out on a date with you. Not them.

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

I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.

Because he should want to be in a relationship with me! I’m friggin’ awesome.

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.