Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich
John GreenHer underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching โ a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough. I wasnโt sure whether I liked her, and doubted whether I could trust her, but I cared at least enough to try to find out. Her on my bed, wide green eyes staring down at me. The enduring mystery of her sly, almost smirking, smile. Five layers between us.
John GreenShe taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.
John Green