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.

Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably move in. That would be fun. I really liked Jacob, but I had a feeling he'd borrow my clothes.

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.

His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.

We're partners." "Huh?" "We. Are. Partners.

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

Am I going to have to carry you? If so, it would complete my badass knight-in-shining-armor act with you today.