I tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me.

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

I think every now and then about Sean’s thumb pressed against my wrist and daydream about him touching me again. But mostly I think about the way he looks at me – with respect – and I think that’s probably worth more than anything.

It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand.

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

I can't really believe that it's over. "I'll speak for her." Every face turns to where Sean Kendrick stands a little apart from the crowd, his arms crossed. "This island runs on courage, not blood," he says. His face is turned towards me, but his eyes are on Eaton and his groups. In the hush after he speaks, I can hear my heart thudding in my ears.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.