I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

Being with Mary was different because...he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself