There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

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.

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

You couldn't unburn the books. You could only buy new ones.

When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.