Just because some of us make a mistake in love once doesn't mean we're doomed to repeat it.

I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.

You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is.

But-but…” Timmie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend? Why doesn’t she know about your real one?” That was a good question. I cast around for an answer. Any answer. “He’s English!” I settled on desperately. “And Mom…Mom hates foreigners!

I don't mind foreigners. God save the queen!" he squeaked and ran.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy." Cat