Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.
I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.
It's crazy what you see if you aren't really looking.
You couldn't unburn the books. You could only buy new ones.
I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.