The good news is" he paused, carefully choosing his words, "I kissed you, and you're still here.

How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?

But you were only sixteen and not far off from the truth, as only sixteen-year-olds can be.

I think your girlfriends getting Jealous," Luce said, gesturing at the pair. "Which one?" He asked. "I didn't realise they were both your girlfriends." "Neither is my girlfriend. I meant, which one did you think was my girlfriend?

Well, Luce, my dear, you may have gone to boarding school parties, but you've never seen a throw-down like reform school kids do it.

This was weird. The thing that could have driven two friends instantly apart was actually drawing them closer together.

Sometimes love needed a lift from its guardian angels, to get its feet off the ground. But once it made its first early beats toward flight, it had to be trusted to take wing on its own and soar past the highest conceivable heights, into the heavens-and beyond.