And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.

That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.

I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.

America, I don't think you can change history." All the same, his expression looked hopeful. "Sure we can. Besides, who'd ever know about it but you and me?

I only really ever hug my mother. Is this okay?” he asked. I laughed. “It’s hard to get a hug wrong.

I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.