One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?" "Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.

Always ask for the truth. Just make sure the time is right.

Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

He laughs, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "I promise I'll go easy on you." A naughty feeling dances inside me. "What if I don't want you to go easy on me?

I sometimes feel like life is just one big test to see how long we can survive.

You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here