It’s all right,” the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. “My grandmother always told me ‘Never try to turn back on a new road—you don’t know what adventures await you.

Some things are better when it’s raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this.” “Lying in bed with me?

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight

I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.