Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help.

What were you thinking about? When I came in?" "Being Sam," I said. "What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, until I felt my expression mirror hers, our noses touching.

There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.

I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close. The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness. Too close. I couldn't stay away.

Life's pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can. -Isabel Culpeper

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