Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each of our kisses, from the very first moment we'd met and put them on a slide in a microscope, and I was pretty sure what you'd find. Even an expert would see nothing on the first one, and then on the next one, the start of something - mostly outnumbered, easily destroyed - and then more and more until finally this one, something that even the untrained eye could spot. Evidence that we'd probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us.

Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt

Do you know how to wrap a leg?" "I was born wrapping legs," I say stiffly, because I'm insulted. "Must've been a challenging delivery," Sean notes.

Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.

Knowing what I was, and wanting me, anyway.

This is about as comforting as a cold brick when you're lonely.

We don't have time to be sad