Thanks,” I say, and Finn looks uncomfortable. Mum used to say he was like a faerie; he didn't like to be thanked. I add, “Sorry.

I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I'd ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.

You're the nicest boy ever,", I told him, feeling undeserving and terrible. "You didn't have to get me anything. I like thinking about you thinking about me when I'm not around.

I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.

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