You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

Why was love so easy for some people and so hard for others?

Justine reached for a fresh tissue and clamped it to Lucy’s nose as if she was a child. “Friends are the support bras of life. We don’t let each other down. Right?

You shouldn’t rule out second chances. Sometimes they come with interesting bonus features.

Very well,” Beatrix said reluctantly. “But I warn you, they may be resistant to the match.” “I’m resistant to the match,” Christopher informed her. “At least we’ll have that in common.

If your concern is that I may be overcome with manly ardor and ravish you in a moment of weakness… I may. If you ask nicely.

Because one day of something wonderful is better than a forever of nothing special.