She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.

I have to walk dogs." "Oh," Gansey replied, sounding deflated. "Well, okay." "But it'll only take an hour." "Oh," he repeated, about fourteen shades brighter. "Shall I pick you up, then?

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

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it

There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moment.