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 wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.

I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

It felt wrong to be so proud of something that I had absolutely nothing to do with, but I couldn't help myself.